Act Two

FADE IN:

INT : TAYLOR’S HOUSE - DAY

Amanda, still in her blooded nightshirt, kneels by the mark left by George’s bed. She appears to glow yellow in the sunlight as though a visible aura surrounds her. No furniture is left in the bedroom, though the Peppa Pig border remains on the walls. The door behind her slowly opens.

ESTATE AGENT (V.O.)

..and here we have the second bedroom..

An Estate Agent leads a young couple into the bedroom.

ESTATE AGENT

..which you can see is an ideal child’s bedroom. The former owner’s young son chose the decoration.

MALE VIEWER

Is it true that the whole family were murdered in the house?

ESTATE AGENT

That was a couple of months ago, but since then the neighbourhood watch has been stepped up and as you can see all the windows and doors have

been fitted with deadlocks. There has also been a full sensor alarm system fitted with alarm boxes at both the entrance and at the top of the stairs. The house has also been priced for a quick sale and I’m sure that the administrators would accept a reasonable offer.

Amanda looks shocked and scared and as the estate agent speaks the aura surrounding Amanda turns from the golden yellow to an orange hue.

AMANDA

(shouting)

I’m not dead. I’m stood right here.

As she speaks, she glides towards them and as she gets close the three shiver.

FEMALE VIEWER

Gosh, what a draft, must be a window open.

The estate agent and the two viewers leave the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

MALE VIEWER (V.O.)

We do like the house, and as you say, the price is very attractive. We’ll discuss it tonight and be in touch.

Amanda sinks down to her knees, crying hard. She slowly pulls herself together and as she does her aura changes back to golden yellow. She stands, walks to the bedroom door and puts her hand out to turn the handle. Her hand passes straight through the door handle, then the door as she loses her balance, stumbles forward straight through the door. As her head passes through the door, her world goes dark as her eyes are engulfed by the wooden door and then she goes deaf as her ears follow through.

AMANDA

(whispers)

Oh God, I am dead.

She starts down the hallway, walking first, then slowly rising off the ground and gliding down the hallway with increasing speed. She enters her old bedroom, which is completely bare, the dust accumulating on the light fittings.

AMANDA

(whispering furiously)

They killed my family, they killed me, did the police get the evil bastards?

Amanda’s eyes harden with rage as she speaks the hate-filled words, her aura going from yellow, to orange, to red and finally scarlet.

FADE OUT

END OF ACT TWO