Tim Came Back

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Characters:

Mother

Charles

Scott

Jason

Tim


SCRIPT:


Scene I


(Charles enters home from school. His mother is in the living room in a sofa).


Charles: Hi Mom!


(His mother stands up and hugs him.)


Mother: How was school?


Charles: It was OK… but, I still miss Tim a lot.


Mother: Let’s not talk about that anymore.


Charles: Do you think he’s fine where he is now?


(His mother doesn’t answer).


Mother: Do you have homework?


Charles: Mom, I asked you a question.


(The phone rings.  Charle’s mother answers).


Mother: Hello.  Oh, Hi Susan.  How are you?


(There’s silence)


Mother: What!  How did they found out?… That’s impossible!.


(There’s silence)


Mother: Are you sure?


(There’s silence)


Mother: No, I won’t tell him anything.  But, do they know who did it… or where he is? Or… who took him away?


(There’s silence)


Mother: Good… call me as soon as you can.


(She hangs up the phone)


Charles: What is it mother?


Mother: It’s nothing, don’t worry.


Charles: Mom, can I go to the park?… Scott and Jason will be there practicing for Saturday’s game.


Mother: Sure, you can go… just don’t come too late.


Charles: I won’t… bye mom.


(Charles leaves)


Scene II


(Charles, Scott and Jason are playing baseball.  They see a kid approaching)


Scott: Hey, look… someone is coming.


Jason: It looks like…


Charles: Tim?


Scott and Jason: Tim!


Tim: Hi, guys!


(Scott, Jason and Charles are scared)


Scott: Let’s get out of here…now!


(They start to run away)


Tim: Stop!  Where are you going…wait!  Come back!


(They stop running and come back)


Tim: (sadly) What’s wrong with you… I came to play and you just want to leave.


Charles: Tim… you’re dead!


Jason: Yeah… we even went to your funeral.


Tim: Me…dead?


Scott: Yes, dead… as in d-e-a-d… dead.


Tim: Do I look dead to you?


Jason: Well, yes… you look pale…. Come on… we saw you inside your coffin.


Charles: We went to the cemetery… we saw how they buried you… we were there!


Tim: (scratching his head) Well… I’m trying to remember… but, I can’t.  The only thing I know is that it was really dark, and I heard people crying…that’s all.


Scott: This can’t be happening!


Tim: Why do you keep telling me the same thing… look, hold my hands!


(Jason holds one of Tim’s hands)


Jason: You’re cold!


Scott: What are we going to do?


Tim: I came here to play with you.


Charles: Let’s get real… you can’t play Tim, you’re dead.  I bet you can hardly move.


Tim: You’re right, I can’t even feel my legs…I think I better go.  I’ll see you tomorrow in school.


Scott: No, Tim.  You can’t go to school!


Tim: Then,  I’ll be here tomorrow, we have a game to play!


(Tim turns around and leaves)


Scott, Charles, Jason: Let’s go home!


(The three boys leave)


Scene III


(Charles enters his home.  His mother is in the living room)


Charles: Mom!  Mom!  I have something to tell you!


Mother: Me too, Charles.  Come and sit… it’s very important.


Charles: What’s wrong?


Mother: Do you remember that Susan called me this afternoon?


Charles: Yes, why?


Mother: Well, she told me that…I don’t know how to tell you this.


Charles: You’re scaring me, mom.


Mother: It’s about Tim… they found his grave opened, and they haven’t found his body.


Charles: Mom… I saw him.


Mother: You saw who?


Charles: Tim… he went to the park!


Mother: Oh my God!


Charles: Yes, mom… he went to play with us.  We were all very scared.


Mother: I don’t believe in ghosts, but if you saw him…


Charles: He didn’t look like a ghost, he was real!  Jason even touched him, and he was really cold.  Mom, I am scared!  What if they never find him… what if he…


Mother: It’s late, and you have school tomorrow.  Go to your room, and we’ll see what happens tomorrow.


Charles: Good night, mom.


(Charles kisses his mother and goes to his room. He goes to bed and closes his eyes.  He hears a knock in the window).


Tim: Charles… Charles… It’s me Tim.


(Charles opens his eyes)


Tim: Can I come in?  I’m cold… please, let me in.


The End


Author:  K I D S I N C O


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