When the Lights Went Out Page #3

till your mother gets back, okay?

She's not supposed to be here.

Yes, but just this once won't hurt her.

See you later.

- You don't have to stay if you don't want.

- No, it's okay.

- Where's your lav?

- Upstairs.

Are you incontinent?

- I used to have to wear a nappy.

- So did I.

Not when you were 10.

- Black-out.

- I have to go.

- Is that you, Sally?

- What?

Nothing.

- Sally! Please!

- I'm trying!

What's up?

Lucy, come back!

Hello, Sally.

You know why I'm here, don't you?

Didn't you listen to what I said the

other night? You promised me, didn't you?

- Is she gonna be okay?

- I had to take her to the hospital.

- Can I see her?

- No, you can't see her.

And you won't be seeing her again

if it's up to me, young lady.

- Do you understand me?

- Yes.

She thinks you're the world.

You were her only friend.

What's going on?

Your bloody daughter,

that's what's going on. I've asked her...

not to let Lucy in the house.

She promised me.

- I had to get her to the hospital.

- I had no idea.

Well, you do now.

- Mum, I didn't... I didn't mean to...

- You wicked little cow!

- I'm sorry.

- How could you do that?

B*tch!

Do something to her.

Don't. Stop it.

Stop it. Please, don't.

Please... Please, don't.

Jenny, oh my god.

Come on.

- Did the bell go off?

- Yes.

- I gotta go pee.

- That pee can wait five minutes. Sit down.

I wanna chat.

Lucy mentioned something

about you and the...

presence.

Everybody is frightened of her,

because she does scary things.

But I just think she's lonely.

- 'She'?

- There's a painting of her in the town hall.

It's not as bad as it looks, love.

What's up, love?

What happened?

Go on, cry.

Like you made my mum cry.

Love?

Sally, you'll catch your death.

That's where he found me.

He took something from me.

Sally, come inside now. Please.

It's lonely in there.

And it's always night.

I'll get you away.

I'll get you both away.

Don't get near her, she's a witch.

Lucy is off because of her. She put a spell

on her that made her wee herself to death.

Just give it a chance, will you, love?

- It's ghost-free.

- But I'm not moving in.

Well, we're just gonna sit and wait?

- What else can we do?

- I'm worried about our Sally.

So am I.

But just not enough to give up

your dream home, is that it?

You bastard. It's always

someone else's fault, isn't it?

I suppose I brought this on us, didn't I?

- It's not my fault there's a ghost.

- It never is! Take some responsibility!

- That's what I'm trying to do now!

- Try a bit harder! Look at it!

- You're a hard man to find, Mr Maynard.

- And who might you be?

Your daughter's teacher.

She asked me to find out

about the ghost.

What I found... She was the

daughter of the local land owner.

Her carriage lost a wheel

in the Castlefield Woods.

She wandered off and they

found her the next morning.

Strangled and half dead.

She also had her tongue cut out.

She was 13 years old.

Just like your daughter.

- And this is in our house?

- From what Sally tells me, yes.

- So?

- So what?

You could think of moving.

I thought of nothing else.

- What's stopping you?

- You've met my wife.

I'm sure she'd see sense,

if you told her what I've just told you.

Well, that's our business, isn't it?

- So what's your interest in this anyway?

- A teacher is concerned for his pupils.

One I happen to be fond of.

Sally is a very special girl.

I see.

- It's like that, is it?

- Like what?

It won't be the first time a teacher's

taking a shine to a pretty young girl.

I'll leave that. In case you don't

remember tomorrow morning.

What are you looking at?

- What's the verdict, Father?

- He doesn't feel there are enough grounds.

- So, that's is it, isn't it?

- I'm afraid so.

- We'll have to move.

- That wouldn't be the end of the world.

Don't be a stranger.

The church can be a great comfort...

But you have to do something.

And be kicked off?

You would like that, eh?

I found out some stuff about your ghost

and tried to talk to your father.

Come on, get in.

Will you be okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.

I'm sorry you got murdered.

But it's time for you to leave me alone.

Come. love.

An item belonging to the deceased

would be of great help.

This is what is in our house.

We need your help.

- I already gave my answer to you wife.

- Well, he wants another one.

Out of the question.

I could loose my collar.

You'd loose that anyway

if we made this public.

- Who took these?

- That's not important.

Yeah, the light's a bit off on that one,

but what can you do?

Blackmail is a very serious offence,

Mr Maynard.

- So is shagging your housekeeper.

- If you're a catholic priest.

- What's she doing on this one?

- That one? I think she is kneeling.

Please speak to us.

Do you understand us?

Then why don't you speak to us?

Are you dumb?

Will you go into The Light?

Is there something unfinished here?

Who with?

Oh, love.

Is she in danger?

Who from?

Tell me.

No!

Get off her!

- Get her out.

- Come, love.

Come, quick!

We'll go to my house.

I'm sorry.

I failed you.

They were too much for us.

- 'They'?

- There's more than one spirit in the house.

I felt a positive presence.

And there's another one.

And the positive presence

is a young girl...

who has caused most

of the poltergeist activity.

In an attempt to drive you away.

Not to harm you,

but to protect you.

What does the other one want?

She wasn't the first.

There were others before her.

Peasant girls.

They were all rendered dumb.

Just like her.

Tongue cut out.

But she was educated.

Before she passed away, she managed to

give a written description of her attacker.

So, who was it?

It was a monk from the

Nearsby monastery,

praying on the innocence of young girls.

He could have caused great

embarrassment to the church.

That's why he was trialled,

hung and buried in secret.

- Thanks for telling us.

- I'm telling you now.

- What's up?

- I'll best be off, eh?

- I thought you were gonna help us out.

- I've done my bit, okay?

What's Rita gonna say, when

I tell her you chickened out?

You're a very ruthless man, Len Maynard.

Don't mess with the responses.

Or we'll be in trouble.

Let us proceed.

All holy saints of God.

- Respond.

- Pray for us.

Free us from all evil, Lord.

From all sins, from sudden

and unforeseen death.

Deliver us.

Listen to our call for help.

Strength terror, Lord.

The beasts that destroy thy vineyard.

See the cross of the Lord.

Run, enemy powers.

- It's freezing here.

- Close your top button, softy.

Freaking hell.

Go on, after you.

- It's your blooody house.

- Get up.

It's gone in there.

No matter.

You place is loneliness.

Your home is in a serpent's nidus.

Go back to where you cam from!

Do I have to wait for you here

all night, you bunch of idlers?

Be gone, seducer!

The blood of the martyrs command you!

Go on.

The Force of the exalted Christian

faith commands you!

The exalted Christ commands you!

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