Lady in White Page #2

suddenly felt a wind

sweep through the darkness...

chilling me to the bone.

Where is it? Where's my present?

Where did you hide it this time?

Of course I know

who gave me this dress. You did.

I know your favorite song, too.

Have you ever seen a dream walking?

Well, I did!

Did you ever hear a dream talking?

Well, I did!

Because you're always singing it,

that's how I know.

Did you ever see a dream

Who are you?

I'm scared now.

No, I don't want to play anymore.

I want my mommy. I want to go home.

No. Don't hurt her.

Don't.

Mommy!

Please, don't.

Who are you?

What do you know?

I got locked in.

My friends locked me in after school, and--

The heart sound was fading,

becoming faint, more distant.

I was dying.

I could feel my eyes close shut

and yet I continued to see.

I saw my father waiting for me

to return home from school...

worriedly dialing numbers

to try and locate me.

I saw my brother Geno, sadly sifting

through my toys and clothes...

and finding the love letter

I'd written to Mary Ellen.

Why didn 't I give it to her?

And then I heard Donald and Louie

laughing at the clever joke they'd played.

But then their laughter turned to tears

as they stood before a gravestone.

Donald, Louie?

And then I felt the chill again.

And with it, came the little girl.

-Who are you?

-Frankie.

Who are you?

Melissa.

Where are you going?

Where am I going?

Don't you know

where you'd like to be going?

To my home. In my own bed.

My mommy's lost and I can't find her.

Will you help me find her?

Daddy's here. It's okay.

Ray, do you read me? Over.

What's going on out there?

-What're you doing here, Willie?

-Nothing, Sheriff.

-You been here all night?

-I took a little nap.

What've you been drinking?

Does Matty know where you're at?

Take him to the station.

We'll talk when you get sober.

-I ain't done nothing--

-Go on. I'll talk to you in a little bit, okay?

All right, come on, let's go home, folks.

It's late.

How you feeling?

Feel better now?

Sure he's all right.

Just like my new wristwatch.

Takes a licking and keeps on ticking.

Shut up, you.

Who cares about your wristwatch?

-Stop smoke, before you die, too.

-Who to die? Nobody to die.

Never mind. Go find your son

and say that Frankie is wake up now.

When I die, no smoke's gonna kill me.

It's you who gonna kill me.

Hey, Al.

Your son wants to talk to you.

Hi, Dad.

What am I gonna do with you?

Dad, it wasn't my fault.

Donald and Louie locked me in.

I thought I'd lost my cap--

I know all about it.

When you didn't show up,

I made some calls.

Your buddy Louie finally confessed.

Dad, something incredible happened

while I was in there.

-I know.

-You do?

Frankie, you weren't breathing

when we got there.

Do you have any idea who hurt you?

It was a man.

What did he look like?

It was too dark. I couldn't see his face.

Dad.

-Something else happened.

-Get a load of this.

The toad's a celebrity, a big star.

Who told them I was 10?

Listen to that voice.

Now he even sounds like a toad.

Geno, how many times have I told you

not to call your brother names.

-I wasn't calling him names.

-You was, too, Geno. You called him a frog.

-I didn't call him a frog. I called him a toad.

-What's the difference?

I give up. Where's the food?

Charlie, go smoke a cigarette.

Stop making trouble. Go ahead.

First she tells me I'm gonna die from smoke,

and now she's gonna sing at my funeral.

Right. I'm not only going

to sing at your funeral...

I'm going to throw on top the dirt

so I get rid of you in my face.

-Bye, Grandpa.

-Shut up.

It's all there. Whole story.

Eleven kids molested and killed

in the past 10 years.

They're all from the city

except for the first one and Richie Cilak.

You remember Richie, don't you, toad?

We were in the sixth grade together.

He was the class brain.

Got "A's" with his eyes closed.

Probably would've been a doctor

or lawyer. Something brainy like that.

Just think, toad, you could've made it

an even dozen and really been famous.

That's enough.

That's it. No more crazy stories.

I was just kidding around,

trying to lighten things up.

-It's not funny, Geno.

-Don't you have chores to do?

Sorry, Frankie. I didn't mean it.

I'll get it.

Hello? Yes, just a minute. Angelo.

-Hello?

-Al, this is Ray. I'm down at the courthouse.

Yeah. They hit him with 11 counts

of murder, one assault. That's right.

Naomi, smile for your daddy.

The preliminary's this afternoon.

On top of that...

the D.A says they're gonna hold him over

for the grand jury. No bail.

They're bringing him out now. Yeah.

Hold on a minute.

Ray, what's going on?

"10-year-old Melissa Anne Montgomery...

"was the first victim believed

to have been murdered in Cliffside Park.

"Her body thrown to the waters below...

"from the notorious Widow's Peak.

"The Peak,

a popular spot with young people...

"is also the haunting ground...

"of the legendary Lady in White.

"Reported by city and local youths

to be a mysterious, long-robed woman...

"who roams the cliffs at night."

-We've got a surprise for him.

-Okay.

-ls he awake?

-I'll see, come on in. Let's go and see.

Let's go.

Look who's here.

Hey, Broken Arrow.

Hi, Phil. Hi, Tony.

How you doing, Frankie?

Phil, why you call Frankie

a "Broken Arrow"?

Because, Mama...

whenever we go for target practice

with that warped bow of his...

the arrow curves away from the bull's eye,

hits the side of the hill, and breaks in two.

So, from now on, no more Broken Arrow.

That's from me and Tony.

Thanks, Phil. Thank you, Tony.

You're welcome, Frankie.

At least he looks good.

What're you doing with all those papers?

It's a gold mine.

If Frankie autographs them...

I'll get 50 cents apiece.

He's a regular Howard Hughes.

They charged Harold Williams with murder

this morning.

-He's being held without bail.

-You're kidding me.

The janitor.

Ray Saunders just called. He said he was

hiding in the boiler room at the school.

-Been there all night.

-That black son of a b*tch.

Unbelievable. I was just there this morning

to prep the furnace for Monday.

Willie claimed he'd gotten drunk

and had fallen asleep, that's all.

All these years of sending my kids

to that school...

watching them like a hawk,

knowing that maniac was still out there.

I thought they'd nail some guy from the city.

Willie says he didn't do it.

Of course that's what he says.

What else is he gonna say?

Why would he do it?

He's got children of his own.

Why do any of these bastards

who go after kids do it? They're sick!

I'm gonna go close up.

How's Frankie?

The kid's amazing.

He loved the bow.

I almost lost him, Philly.

He's gonna be all right. He's tough.

He's a fighter.

-He takes after you.

-You're like a brother to me, you know that?

What's "like a brother"?

We grew up together.

We slept in the same room.

We fought like cats and dogs.

Does that remind you of a couple

of other kids we just happen to know?

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