A normal house is seen during the night-time, in the
window we see a woman. The woman is standing preparing vegetables when her
knife slips and she cuts her finger. The phone rings and she picks up.
Woman: [raising phone to
ear] hello?
Man: [out of view over the
phone] hello! It’s me, how’s the new house looking?
Woman: [smiling against the
wall] it’s looking like its slowly getting there.
Man: it’ll feel like home
before you know it!
Woman: I guess so, I-
The woman cuts off as she hears footsteps running
upstairs. She looks up to the ceiling, holding her hand over the phone.
Man: hello?
Woman: [raises the phone
back to her ear] oh sorry, I think Stevie is messing up upstairs. I’ll see
you later tonight.
Man: Okay… Bye…
The woman walks to the bottom of the stairs, turning on
the light, and walks slowly upstairs with the washing basket, humming a song.
She wonders into her son’s bedroom, ready to shout
Woman: I’ve told you to stop
running in the house!
She notices no one is in the room with her. She goes
through the wardrobe pulling out clothes. She turns around and doesn’t see a
face hidden by shadows in the wardrobe. She exits the room; the face disappears
back into the wardrobe. She searches all upstairs and realises he isn’t
upstairs. She turns the lights on and off in each room, confused. She looks out
of the window to see her son playing near a playhouse in the back garden.
Woman: [calls out window]
how did you get down their so fast?
Boy: what? [carries on
playing]
Woman: never mind… what are
you doing?
Boy: playing with my new
friend.
Woman: no one is there with
you?
Boy: yes there is…
The woman shakes her head and goes back downstairs, turning off the lights.
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