Wraith Page #2

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- Yeah, that's my daughter.

- Mm-hmm.

- Let's go into my study.

- All right.

I was just telling your little

girl how she's all grown up,

right before

our very eyes.

You must be

a very proud papa.

- Scotch?

- Uh, no.

No, I'm on the wagon

for the moment.

Can I have a glass of milk,

please?

And I'll have

a sauvignon blanc.

Oh, wait.

I'm sorry,

um, can I get a...

Can I get a sparkling water

with lime instead?

Thank you.

Don't tell me.

Not another diet.

No, just being careful.

No way.

You're not going to tell me...

What?

Women don't drink

when they're...

Gross! You did it with Dad?

Lucy!

Come on.

How else do you think

that would that work?

Seriously, how?

We'll talk about it later.

No. I took biology.

You get pregnant, which means

you're going to have a baby.

Well, not necessarily.

I mean, for the time being,

at least,

women can still kind of

make up their mind

about that kind of thing.

Oh.

Did you have to make the same

decision before you had me?

No, honey.

No, of course not.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

Anyway, this is just

a hypothetical discussion.

So just for fun,

how would you feel about having

a baby brother or sister?

Strange.

Not sure.

It could be kind of cool,

actually.

Yeah? You wouldn't...

You wouldn't feel weird

about being 14

and having a baby sister?

- Is it a girl?

- Hey, not so fast.

I never said

I was pregnant.

It's just a...

just a hypothetical discussion.

I know you're here.

Have you ever felt alone?

So alone that no one even knows

you're alive?

There's something

in my room at night.

Like what?

Not sure. Something.

Does it make any noise?

No. It's just there.

You know...

when I was your age,

I was doing drugs.

- Are you doing drugs?

- Dennis.

Like I can afford drugs

on my allowance?

Then how do you

explain this?

Mm, that's a picture

of your arm.

Yeah, but I didn't

take it.

I'm sure there's

an explanation.

You've heard of a butt dial?

That's a butt photo.

[laughs]

Funny, Dad.

That's funny.

[boy whispering]

Mama.

[sighs]

[sniffles and exhales]

[creaking and thumping]

[sobs softly]

[children giggling]

[sighs]

May I help you

with something?

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Mary Squire.

I'm one of the librarians here.

Are you looking

for something specific,

or just browsing around?

I was actually trying to find

a little history

on some of the houses

around here.

- I live just up the street.

- Here? On Wisconsin Avenue?

- Uh, no, I'm on Forrest.

- Oh, which house?

- The address?

- No, which house?

The Babcock House?

The Hawk's House?

Kimberly. Gilbert.

Shattuck. Buchannan.

Right. I'm in

the Clarkson house.

Okay.

Around here it's better

than an address.

That's how we keep track

of things.

So, what would you

like to know?

I don't know,

I was just wondering

about who lived there

before us.

You know,

what were they like?

Well, I think you're going

to love this room.

This is where we keep all

the files on the historic homes.

[mother]

Look at this.

Ah.

Yeah, Alexander Clarkson.

He patented

a paper-making process,

and then used it

to mint money.

- That's a joke.

- [both chuckle]

The US Mint used his paper

to make dollar bills.

Paper currency.

You know, by the look

of this picture,

maybe they were heading

to Easter services.

I want to know

more about them.

Well, you're welcome

to look at anything.

It's as much your history

as anyone's.

Maybe more.

- Everybody hold still, please.

- [camera clicks]

The flowers look beautiful,

Mr. Stein.

Thank you for all

your hard work.

Danke.

May you a very

joyous Easter.

We hope you have

a good Passover.

So he was literally was making

money by... by making money.

Maybe we should start

prying up the floorboards

to see if he left any.

[mother]

Anyway, there's more.

And I don't know

the cause for it yet,

but there is some sort of...

some sort of sadness here.

Like a melancholy.

A spirit.

Bam. Told you.

Maybe he'd like to split

the mortgage with us.

Stein.

Their last name was Stein.

- Who?

- Their servants.

The Clarksons.

And where

did you see this?

Uh, I can't say.

I've been all through this.

I couldn't find any record

of the Clarkson's domestic help.

I mean, the servant family

would have lived with them,

but not necessarily

put down the same roots.

They were kind of more

in the shadows,

and those records,

if there even are any,

would be really hard to come by

if not impossible.

I mean, there's got to be

something.

What about citizenship, voting

registration, school enrollment?

Katie, these people lived

over a hundred years ago.

I mean, long before Google.

And even if they had

any children,

there's the possibility

that they're...

uh, they were homeschooled

in their native tongue

while the sheets were out

drying on the line.

There has to be something.

There's a father,

a mother and a girl about 12.

And you're basing

your conclusions on...

Hey, there has to be a record

of them coming into the country.

What about a ship's manifest

from, I don't know,

somewhere in the '1800s?

Okay, I have to admit

I'm a little surprised.

I mean, most people

are concerned

with the prominent families,

the captains of industry

and their money.

And your fascination

is with the help?

She might still be there.

In my house.

She?

The girl.

Ah.

It sounds like maybe

you've met Rebekah.

You know?

Is that her name?

Just as every house

has its storied past,

many of them allegedly

have their resident ghosts.

In fact, it was once said

that Lady Smith

was in such competition

with Mrs. Kimberly

that she boasted

of having a second ghost.

Yours is Rebekah.

Do you know anything else

about her?

Well, you're not going to find

it here, I'll tell you that.

Oh, so what's next?

How far do you want

to take this?

I don't know.

I just...

somehow this feels

important to me.

To my family...

she just seems familiar.

Why does any ghost remain?

An emotional attachment

to the place?

Unfinished business?

A yearning? A longing?

Why don't you ask her?

[scratching noise]

[scratching noise continuous]

[scratching noise continuous]

Hello?

Are you there?

Are you trapped

or something?

Hey, Lucy.

What's up, honey?

There's a scratching

in my bedroom.

Dad, you're on.

Sort of in that area.

[scratching sound]

Yeah, I think

it's in the wall.

Maybe downstairs.

Come on, squirt,

let's check it out.

Seen the flashlight?

[scratching noise]

I don't know.

It's got to be around here

somewhere.

[scratching noise continuous]

[sighs]

Well, it's probably a rodent

of some sort.

Maybe a rat.

I'll call an exterminator

tomorrow.

[loud shrieking]

- Katie?

- Mom?

Sound asleep.

What was that?

This is getting weirder

by the second.

[girl crying and whimpering]

You didn't invite any

of your friends over, did you?

Dad, it's a school night.

[soft whimpering]

I think it's coming

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