Ghost Storm

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[THUNDER CRASHING]

DAISY:

Will? Rob?

Stop playing games.

Will?

[GASPS]

Will!

[WILL YELLS THEN GIRLS SCREAM]

[WILL & ROB LAUGHING]

You ass. I hate you.

ROB:
Oh, yeah.

We're having fun.

You call this fun?

Welcome to small island living.

Get used to it,

because you are stuck here.

Only until we graduate.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Can we go now?

The storm is getting worse.

No, that's the point.

It's automatic.

Every time there's an electrical storm in

the area, lightning strikes this graveyard.

It's freaky.

Freaky romantic?

Heh, heh.

Come here.

[GIRLS SCREAM]

ROB:

Ho-ho! There it is.

Oh...

Oh, that's it. I'm out of here.

Me too.

Cracked the old memorial. Creepy.

That's messed up.

What's the old memorial?

Sabbath day suicide? Our urban

legends don't make it to the big city?

Lucky if your mail

makes it to the mainland.

Hey, it's not a legend, you buffoon.

Well?

ROB:
Well, years ago,

there was an old priest

who got a bunch of crazies together

who burned themselves to death

in some, like, ritual.

Like the Jonestown cult.

Yes.

Can we go now?

Yeah, yeah. First I gotta

take a leak. Heh.

Don't watch, ladies. Heh.

[ZIPPER ZIPS]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[EXHALES]

[WHISTLES]

[INDISTINCT OVERLAPPING VOICES]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

# Straight #

# Is it finding them? ##

[MELISSA MOANING]

[STATIC CRACKLING

OVER EARPHONES]

Aah!

Aah!

What happened, Daisy?

What's going on?

I just saw something on my screen.

Will?

Will?

Daisy's freaking out.

We gotta go.

DAISY:
I'm calling him now.

This better not be another joke!

Where are you, Will?

Will.

All right, come on.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[GASPS]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

MAN:

All right, Father, give it a try.

And the Lord said, "Let there be light. "

And there was light.

Oh.

And he saw that the light was good.

Well, I don't know how good the light is.

Well, I'm just glad

that they're working again. Heh.

You know, you're truly

a jack-of-all-trades.

Ha-ha-ha. Unfortunately my ex-wife would

tell you I'm a jack of a different kind.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Daisy, what's going...?

All right, calm down. Calm...

Calm down.

Where are you?

All right, look, I want you to stay there.

I'm on my way, okay? Stay there. Bye.

MAN:

And that's the last of it.

We bid adieu to you,

Mr. Thunderstorm.

Thanks for the memories.

Really?

What?

It was an attempt at humor.

Sadly, you're not gonna have another

attempt like that for at least another week.

Yeah, I know.

That high-pressure system's gonna

keep things pretty boring around here.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Hal?

Yeah, it's me.

Something's up with Daisy.

What happened?

I don't know.

She called me in a panic.

She's at the cemetery.

What's she doing there?

How should I know?

Not my night, it's yours.

You're gonna start with me now?

I'm headed over there

to pick her up now.

Why don't you meet us at the house?

All right.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Um...

Just get the weather update

to the mainland station.

Thanks, Brett.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Tell me something.

Does that look like the corpse

of a 17-year-old boy to you?

More like 200.

Are you sure this is Will?

That's what they said.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Why, you think they exhumed a body?

Kids and their pranks.

We were all 17 once, no?

I don't know, Doug.

Look at their faces.

I don't think it's a prank.

Let's get it over to the morgue,

see if we can get a positive ID, huh?

[SOBS AND SNIFFLES]

Sweetie.

Are you okay?

Will's dead.

What?

Honey, why don't you go inside

and lie down, huh?

[SIGHS]

[WHISPERS] What happened?

We don't know what happened yet.

We said she wasn't gonna

hang out with that kid.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]

No, you said that. She's 17, not 7.

That's not what I meant.

Look, I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry.

Look, it's cold out here.

I'm gonna go see how she's doing.

All right.

Wait, I, um...

I made you a sandwich.

You made me a sandwich?

I figured you'd have a late night.

And I know how you get when you eat

that junk out of the vending machine.

You still like me.

Hey, don't push it.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[SOBBING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Will?

WILL:
Daisy.

Will?

Help me.

[MAN SCREAMS THEN STATIC

CRACKLING OVER PHONE]

[MAN LAUGHING IN DEEP VOICE

OVER PHONE]

Will!

[SCREAMS]

The rate of decomposition

is absolutely staggering.

What could cause this?

The kids said lightning struck the area.

You think he was struck by lightning?

It could answer part of it.

But there's gotta be more, a lot more.

The sheer tissue deterioration.

His internal organs are drained

of all fluids.

[SIGHS]

You've been doing this a long time, doc.

You ever seen anything like this before?

No. Never.

I'm out of my league here. I don't have

the tools for this kind of analysis.

I want to send this body off

to a lab in Seattle.

Hal, Will's father is here to see you.

He seems pretty upset.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

Carl?

I'm sorry for your loss.

What happened?

We don't know what happened yet.

My boy's dead.

I know he is. Look, it could've

just as easily been my own daughter.

I wanna know just as badly as you do,

and when I find out,

you'll be the first person I call,

I promise.

I want to see him.

It's not a good idea.

I want to see him.

The body is in bad shape.

I wanna see my son.

Okay, come on.

[DOOR OPENS]

What?

What the hell is this?

Where's my boy?

Doc.

What's going on?

I haven't left the room.

Stop lying to me.

We're the only two people

that have been in this room.

I was looking at your boy a minute ago.

This is some kind of sick joke.

[SIGHING]

Just so's you know, I'm packing heat

and I came first in my shooting class.

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

Hello?

[WHIMPERING]

[INDISTINCT OVERLAPPING VOICES]

Hal, come in. Something strange

is happening at the cemetery.

Mary, it's Hal. What's going on?

[WHIMPERING]

HAL [OVER RADIO]:

Mary.

[SIREN WAILING]

[HORN HONKING]

Aah...

Mary, do you read me?

Aah!

[SCREAMS]

ASHLEY:

That's a mistake. It can't be.

How big of a drop?

We're at about 870 millibars.

I'd say that's impossible.

We'd have a hurricane.

Yeah, but we don't have a hurricane,

and yet...

[TYPING ON KEYBOARD]

Wait for it.

[BEEPING]

What's that cell over?

[SIGHS]

[BEEPING]

That's the cemetery.

That's where the kids were last night.

What's it at now?

Oh. It's still way too low. Check

the equipment. Gotta be a malfunction.

Well, where you going?

Cemetery.

[SIREN WAILING]

Oh, my God. Doug, take a look at this.

That can't be her, can it?

What the hell is going on around here?

What do you mean, he called you?

I'm telling you.

My phone rang and when I looked at it,

it was Will's number.

Except I have Will's phone.

And then when I answered it,

it was just static.

ROB:

I just can't believe this.

Look, we all saw the lightning

strike the memorial.

Something supernatural is going on

in that cemetery.

What, you think it's a curse

from the Sabbath suicide victims?

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