Spooky Stakeout Page #5

Better yet,

there might be a reward.

- [scoffs]

[knocking noise]

- Hello?

[screaming]

[laughing]

- If people can please

stop doing stuff

until I'm recording,

that would be great!

- Your face.

- What are you doing here?

- I got bored waiting for you.

Said I'd have a look around.

Check this out.

- That's the same shawl.

Mrs. Turner was wearing

in the photo.

- Check it.

- Then this must be her stuff.

- Sarah, give us a hand.

- That really suits you.

- Please don't talk to me.

- Maybe she was the maid?

- Don't forget about this.

[desk bell rings]

- Why does it matter

what the ghost's job was?

- Well, the more we know

about who the ghost was,

the easier it is to

find out what it wants.

- I get it.

In order to catch a ghost,

you have to think like a ghost.

- Yeah, something like that.

- Guys, I think we

have our answer.

[Cian's headset beeping]

- The ghost, Mrs. Turner,

is actually the hotel maid.

But we are no closer

to discovering

why she haunts the hotel.

[banging overhead]

Who else is in the hotel?

[Spooky music]

- Don't!

You're not even here, remember?

- Temperature is way down.

- There has to be something

we're not thinking of.

[chairs crash down]

- Brian!

- Brian!

- Would you believe me

if I said the ghost did it?

- [scoffs]

[lights clinking]

- Well, this is

everything we have.

Maybe there's a way

to lure Mrs. Turner out.

- Good idea.

- How?

- [Brian laughs]

Stop tickling me, Sarah.

- I'm not touching you.

- Well, we know

that Mrs. Turner was a maid

and when Cian sprayed

that fire extinguisher...

- Accidentally.

- Accidentally...

well, she wasn't happy.

- So, maybe we can lure her out.

- What the hell?

- Hey!

- ' GUYS, stop playing around!

- We're not.

- Is everyone else seeing this?

- What are you looking at?

[gasps]

What was that?

- Maybe it was a magnetic field?

- Mrs. Turner.

We're getting close.

- Brian's right.

We need a plan.

We know Mrs. Turner didn't

like the mess we caused.

- Alright then.

We know what we've got to do.

- We knew the ghost didn't

like us causing a mess.

So we decided

to have a little fun.

- You ready?

Go!

[adventurous music]

[grunting]

[all chanting] - Come out,

come out, wherever you are!

Come out, come out,

Mrs. Turner!

- Brian.

Brian!

- [screaming]

- Stop it!

- [whistling]

Chillax.

- Sorry.

- I got rage.

- So...

did it work?

[equipment beeping]

- I was sure this would work.

- Well, clearly the ghost

isn't Mrs. Turner.

- So it's my fault?

- I didn't mean it like that.

- [scoffs]

- What did you do to Sarah?

- I have no clue!

- Well, you better figure

it out and apologize...

and fast!

- [screams]

- What's wrong?

- I don't know.

[Brian V/O] - It looked like

we had come to a dead-end.

I knew it was up to me

to find the next clue.

Guys, quick!

Look what I found.

Look!

- It's a key.

- Congratulations.

- But it wasn't here before.

Maybe the ghost dropped it.

What if it's a key

to a secret treasure?

- I highly doubt that the

ghost was a pirate, Brian.

[metal banging]

- Stupid radiator!

Cop on.

- No, wait.

Listen to it.

It sounds like

some kind of message.

- Morse code.

- Exactly.

- Yeah.

- "Morse code."

- No, listen.

There's long

and short sequences.

It has to be a message.

If it is Morse code,

what does it say?

- Leave it to me.

Or should I say,

leave it to Google.

- What?

- Okay...

- Bet it doesn't work.

- Shh!

[cellphone]

- Two-Three-Seven.

- Two-hundred

and thirty-seven?

- Great.

Another flippin' number.

- Two-three-seven...

- Where'd you get that?

- It's my last slice.

So good.

- Two hundred and thirty seven.

It's a room number!

- Have I got something

on my face?

- The key.

- What about it?

- It's for Room 237.

- The key.

- Oh yeah!

- I was just thinkin' of that.

- Sure you were.

- I was.

I was!

- [Sarah V/O]

As we entered Room 237,

I could feel we were closer

to solving the mystery.

Some of us were more

scared than others.

[equipment beeping] - The

ghost has led us to Room 237.

We're not sure why.

I don't mind admitting...

I'm brickin' it.

- [sniffing]

Anyone else smell that?

- [sniffing]

- [farts loudly and then laughs]

Classic.

[light bulb pops]

- What did you do?!

- Nothing! I swear!

[everything starts shaking]

- What's goin' on?

- What happened?

Noah!

Where are you going?!

- Noah.

- Wait up!

- Who are you?

- You should watch

where you're goin', kid.

- Are you the ghost?

[laughs] " Me?"

No, I'm not a ghost.

- Are you sure?

- Of course, I'm sure.

- I'm the security guard.

I've just started.

- Mr. Reynolds never

mentioned anything

about a security guard.

- He didn't mention

anythin' about kids

runnin' wild around here either.

- Group meeting.

- He looks familiar.

Didn't he say he just

started working here?

- Say something, Cian.

- Man up.

- Me?!

- You, uh...

you said you just

started working here.

- So?

- Well, uh,

we found this old photo.

You're right here.

- You caught me.

I'm actually a ghost.

- I knew it!

- Of course not.

I was the night porter

until the door shut.

Then I got this job

a few weeks ago.

- What do you think?

- I mean, I've seen a lot

of weird things tonight but...

I think he's telling the truth.

- It's getting late, kids.

You'll have to leave.

You can come back again

if you want to continue

with your "ghost hunt."

- My battery is dying anyway.

- It's a dead end.

- We'll come back again.

- Alright, we give up.

- Wait!

You said we could come

back and hunt for ghosts.

We never said

we were ghost-hunting.

- Lucky guess.

- Yeah...

maybe.

- Hey, get back here!

You're not supposed

to be in here.

You've been pretending

to be the ghost all along!

- I told you!

- I knew it!

[ominous music]

- Three... two... one...

- [screaming]

[screaming]

But why?

- Well, because...

[record scratch]

- Wait.

I wanna get this on camera.

- Okay, carry on.

- [exhales sharply]

I wasn't the night porter.

I owned this place.

It's been in my family

for generations.

But we went through

some hard times

and couldn't keep up

with the bank repayments

and, well, they shut us down

and kicked me out.

- So that's why you've been

scaring away potential buyers.

- I just need the price

to drop a little

so I can buy it back.

Now, I know it's wrong

but I promised my parents

before they died

that I'd own this place again.

I'm sorry if I scared you.

- Who? Us?

No.

We weren't scared.

That was just for the cameras.

You know?

Showbiz.

- I can't believe

he tricked you.

- He just wanted his hotel back.

- Should we tell her?

- Tell me what?

- Can't hurt now.

- Do you remember that

spoiled rich kid Alice?

- Well, would you

look who it is.

[music box]

[screaming in terror]

- She looks like

she's seen a ghost.

- Yeah, well, about that.

There's someone

I'd like you to meet.

Follow me.

- Noah?

Hey, I guess you were right.

There's no ghost.

- I was hoping there was.

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