When the Lights Went Out Page #2

I'm not being driven out.

And that's final.

Who are you?

A friend...

Well, you can bugger-off.

What do you want?

Avocado? She doesn't mean green?

If you can't afford it,

you can't afford it.

That's the kind of logic

if she wants something.

- I hear you've got a spook?

- What about it?

- You told the papers yet?

- I don't need that. All the reporters.

There might be a few bucks in it for you.

A mate is working for the 'Express'.

I can call if you want.

You think I wanna be in the papers?

- It could help if we decided to move.

- What if they think it's all fake?

They won't. Besides, they'll pay

good money if they like the story.

Tell them it's off.

It's too late for that.

- This is where it came at me.

- What did, Mr Maynard?

It was like a presence.

A ghostal manifestation.

- Did you see it?

- No.

- Did it touch you?

- No, but...

I was terrified, Mr Smith.

I bet.

I don't think there's anything here

that'll interest our readers.

Everybody likes a ghost story.

You'll need a ghost for that.

- What are you saying, Mr Smith?

- I am a reporter.

I don't see anything to report on.

- If you stuck around...

- I'll see myself out.

Well done, soft ass.

Shut up.

Really, Mr Maynand,

I'm a very busy man.

Look at my hair in that picture.

It's awful, isn't it?

And they don't even bloody mention me.

- It's not fair, is it, love?

- It sure isn't.

Can we come see it?

My mum doesn't like people

coming into the house.

- She says so?

- My father does.

- No, it's not true.

- How much are the papers paying you?

- Leave her alone, she is tired.

- Go away.

- Jerk.

- Wetpants.

Who are all those people?

Idiots.

What's going on here?

- A ghost performance.

- Costs a pound, but it's worth it.

Shift out.

This is my bloody house!

This is my daughter's room.

Not a lot happens in there.

I'll be right back.

- What the hell you are playing at?

- I'm making us a quid, love.

- Get rid of them.

- You wanted a new kitchen, or not?

Now!

- Are we next?

- No, the show is over. Go away.

Dad.

Dad!

- What?

- Can I have ten shilling, please?

- Sod off.

- Angry money.

A pound?

I thought you were putting it up,

not taking it down.

I didn't do it.

Where did you get that?

I nicked it from the shop.

It's horrible.

You thief, give it.

- It tastes like honey.

- Like liquid acid.

I can't spit it out.

- Who wants to talk to me?

- Nobody.

Then thou must bugger off.

- I'm tipsy.

- Me too.

You've ever been drunk before?

Yeah, sometimes I take a bit

of sherry of my mum.

Are you coming to my birthday?

- Of course, if I'm invited.

- Of course.

Was that you, at the town hall?

You look pretty.

Knock it off.

Get off me.

Stop it.

What are you laughing at?

- What do you think it is?

- What?

- It.

- I don't know.

A girl, maybe a boy.

- That makes it easier, doesn't it?

- What do you think then?

I'll tell you what I think it is.

What?

Evil.

- Where were you tonight?

- With Lucy.

Good. I'm glad you found a friend.

An alive one, that is.

Don't know what you're on about.

And then these bodiless hands

come around the door...

Wearing our daughter's gloves

and start conducting...

Yeah, you were good and all.

Get the right timing.

- And your family?

- Got them fearing out.

Sure they appreciate having a big

tough guy like you around them?

- Who are you then?

- A friend.

Well, friend, maybe it's time

you buggered off home.

- I could suggest the same to you.

- Yeah?

- You f***ing twat!

- Len, leave it.

Leave it.

I can't f***ing believe it.

F***ing a**hole.

- Maybe he had a point.

- What? I thought you were my mate.

That's why I'm saying

you should be home.

We had a row.

So? Go home and make it up to her.

- I don't even know how.

- You're married, lad. You don't need to.

You bastard.

- Am I that bad?

- Not you.

- You've been drinking.

- Not so much you'd notice.

Look what he did.

He wants to split us.

He's done a good job, isn't it?

Only if we let it.

- Hello, you must be Sally. Come in.

- Hello.

Am I the first?

Did Lucy not mention that, sweetheart?

It's just the two of you today.

Happy birthday.

What's up?

Don't you like it?

I can always take it back.

I love it.

Your nose.

Where's your dad?

Ran off with a scarlet woman.

Mum tells everyone he's on nights.

Sally, love, come here.

Sit down, love.

Can you do me a favour, please?

Can you make sure Lucy

doesn't go in your house?

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Thanks, love.

- Is it because of the ghost?

Yes, love. Yeah.

Sally, come here!

Go on, then.

Let's pretend we're 'The Sweet'.

I'll be the drummer.

You can be Brian Connolly.

Why are you crying?

- Are mum and dad in, sweet?

- No.

- Do you mind if I wait, then?

- What is it about?

You've got an evil spirit

and I can get rid of it.

If you wanna get rid of it, that is.

Tell them to call me, will you?

Alright.

Leave it, Len.

That's enough.

Yes, love?

What is it, love?

What's going on?

- Who is it and what does it bloody wants?

- Leave me alone. I'm tired.

You know more than you're

telling me, young lady.

- Get dressed. We're going to Father Clifton.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Go as you are, then.

- Little b*tch!

I'll deal with you later.

It's 4 in the morning, love.

He is not up.

I don't bloody care.

- Shall I go?

- Yeah, you go.

The whole f***ing community

knows about us.

The ghost of a young girl, is it, Jenny?

Why didn't you come to me before?

I thought you would

chase me out of here.

- What do you want me to do?

- Get rid of it, Father.

From what you've told me,

that would require an exorcism.

An exorcism?

It's a very serious undertaking.

I would need to get permission

from the bishop.

Jesus! So what are we gonna do now?

I want a word with you.

- I'm sorry.

- It's alright.

I was a bit harsh last night.

Forgiven?

You know, maybe he'll go

on his own account.

You never know, he might

be gone already.

Here we are, boys and girls.

Nearsby Monastery.

- Who goes first? Oliver definitely.

- Come on, guys.

And here was the refectory.

Which was?

- Where the monks had dinner and tea, sir.

- Very good, Lucy.

They had two meals a day in

summer and only one in winter.

What did they eat, sir?

Just the essentials.

Vegetables, meat and bread.

Although they kept bees for the honey.

Sugar hadn't been invented yet.

- What have you got?

- Mustard.

- What the bloody hell is wrong with you?

- I like it.

Lesbians!

Come on.

I'm off for a pee.

Try not to get it in your knickers.

- What is it?

- I'm not allowed in.

- Why not?

- Because of the ghost, sir.

You don't believe in that

nonsense, do you?

Come on.

It's real, sir.

She told me.

He wakes her up at night and plays

with her. That's why she's tired, sir.

- You're watching too much TV, young lady.

- We don't have a TV, sir.

How are you feeling, Sally?

- I'm alright, sir.

- Are you sure?

Lucy is gonna look after you,

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