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(There’s a storm and thunder. Kathy and Liz are watching T.V. in the living room. Rex is sleeping on the sofa)
KATHY: I’m scared.
LIZ: Me too. I don’t like storms.
KATHY: Why did mom and dad have to go to that dinner party?.
LIZ: I hope they come home soon. (There’s lightning. She looks out the window) I have the feeling that someone is watching us.
KATHY: Come on Liz, don’t try to scare me.
LIZ: I’m not trying to scare you. I can feel it. (There is lightning. She sees the Boys’s face through the window) Look over there outside the window, there’s a boy looking at us!.
KATY: A boy?. In this weather!.
LIZ: You have to believe me!. He was wearing a black suit!.
KATHY: Maybe it’s our neighbor, remember that his son died last week. I’ll go open the door.
LIZ: No, don’t open the door!. It wasn’t our neighbor. It was someone else. (Lightning strikes. She sees the boy’s face once again. She points at the window) There he is!. I saw him again and I don’t know who he is…or maybe…
KATHY: Maybe what?.
LIZ: I think he reminds me of someone.
KATHY: (stands and goes to the window) Well I don’t see anybody.
KATHY: What, now!.
LIZ: He’s here!.
KATHY: What do you mean he’s here?.
LIZ: Here… with us.
(Kathy and Liz see the boy inside the room. They scream)
KATHY AND LIZ: Ahhhhhhh!. It’s our neighbor’s son!
KATHY: And he’s dead!.
(Rex jumps from the sofa barking at the boy. Lightning strikes. The phone rings. Kathy answers)
KATHY: Help!. Help us please!.
LIZ: Who is it?. Give me the phone!.
KATHY: They hung up. (she hangs up the phone. She and Liz look at the boy, but he is not in the room) Where is he?. A minute ago he was over there!.
LIZ: I think it was only our imagination.
KATHY: Maybe you’re right.
(Kathy and Liz look at the dog. The dog has the boy’s hand in his mouth)
KATHY AND LIZ:(screaming) Ahhhhh!.
KATHY: It wasn’t our imagination after all. (screaming and running) Let’s get out of here!.
(They leave the stage yelling. The dog follows them holding the boy’s hand in his mouth)