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A day in the life

Lights dim in.

A man and a dog. He’s sitting down on a huge piece of wood, and has his left hand on his dog’s head. The dog is sitting on the man’s left side, and they are both staring at the same direction. Water flowing on a river is overheard, and the sun is setting down. Man starts talking without moving his head.

  • Man – Well Mrs. Shackles…it’s being time to go home now. Been running for quite some time now, haven’t we? I know…I’m the one who’s running, and you’re just running with me. And that’s why, among other things, I love you (patts the dog’s head). But now is my time to go back home, and face the consecuence of my deeds. Home…if that’s how I can call it. More a past’s pit stop, that’s what I call it. Home…haven’t been home since Susan’s death (pauses, and swallows). Susan…I can barely remember her face now. But Lord, was she beautiful (dog looks up). Don’t get all jealous on me, you know you’re my girl now. But Susan…well, sometimes seems like the Lord has his funny ways of telling that he loves us. If only I could see her one more time, I believe…no, I KNOW I would be able to look at the past, and see some light, not just the shadows I see now. Because I know past isn’t always pleasant, and sometimes, if we could re-do it, we would…but shadows, that’s a first (laughs quietly, and it turns into cough). Shadows…oh girl, you know I’m not a coward, but not being able to see is what frightens me the most; and not being able to see into my past, that’s more of a torture than anything that has happened to my until now (weeps)

Silence. River keeps flowing, and sun is almost gone.

  • Man – Have you ever wondered how would be like  to die? Take out the suffering from the passing, I mean just death. Is it really like hibernating an endless winter? Or more like a warm summer nap, which you just don’t wanna wake up from? I bet is an in-between…the Lord ain’t that good, but I’m sure as hell, contradiction aside, that he ain’t bad. Divine justice, heaven…even the angels! Well, you got good things there. Along with peanut butter (laughs). At least, that’s what I hope. But besides all, I just hope he burns in hell (dogs looks up). No, not God you stupid brat. Him (stresses his voice). The murderer. Susan’s murderer. My wife’s murderer. That bastard. Hope God gave him his piece of the pie…fucking animal. Well, not animal. Fucking…whatever. Monster. Yes, monster. Because that is what he was. But now we won’t do no harm. (Whipes the tears in his eyes)

Sun is completely set. Stars are shinning, in a moon-less sky. The dog is now laying on the ground.

  • Man – Justice. Does that even mean something to us now? Justice…7 letters that make up a word I don’t fully understand. And I’m it’s victim. Susan’s also. Justice. It’s no wonder it has the same amount of letters of one word that seems more proper: Revenge. That’s my justice. I didn’t want to…but they let me no other choice (snobs). And that’s my sin, I just hope God can understand. I don’t care about people. You know I don’t. And there are my shadows. The shadows from my past, the shadows from my present. And I’m here. My future’s ahead, but my past in the middle. Why? Why this? Why to me? Why to my wife? Oh God, why? (starts to cry)

The man calms down. Then he stands up, and so does the dog.

  • Man – Let’s go, Mrs. Shackles…it’s time. I know they won’t forgive me, as I didn’t forgive him. It’s human nature. And I don’t blame them. Well…I do. But that doesn’t mean I won’t pay for what I did. Because I did it, and I wanted to do it. And now, I wish I didn’t. (Silence). Would you forgive me? (Looks at the dog, and the dog looks back). That’s why I love you. Well, let’s go Mrs. Shackles. Let’s go home.

Man and dog walk out of sight. River keeps flowing. Light dims out.

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A 911 call

Lights are off.

A radio being turned on is heard. Volume rising, lot of background noise. A phone is picked up; dial tone, 3 notes and the ringing sound on the other end. The call is answered.

  • Operator – 911, what’s your emergency?
  • Caller – There’s someone or something in my house right now! Please help me, I’m scared as shit and I don’t know what to do…(sobs)
  • Op – Ok ma’am, are you ok? Are you hurt?
  • Ca – No…Yeh…I mean, no I’m not hurt, but I’m not ok. WAIT! I hear footsteps coming…(silence, then unintillegible whispering)…John, and he said he’d be here right-away, and then I heard the front door being opened…and then (crying and sobbing)…haven’t heard from him again.
  • Op – Ma’am, please, calm down. Where are you? Can you please give me your address?
  • Ca – (sobs) it’s (address)…please come as quickly as possible! I can’t get out of my room! He’ll know I’m here, and I don’t know what he can do to me…please hurry (intense crying is heard)
  • Op – Calm down ma’am, I already have 3 units going over to your house…they’ll be there in less than 8 minutes. Is the man in your house armed in any way? Have you seen a gun, a knife, something?
  • Ca – No…I don’t know. I was in my bed. And I remember suddenly waking up, and he was at the door…I mean, my bedroom’s door! I’ve never EVER been so scared in my life! Please, you gotta (Caller shuts down inmediately, and lowers her voice, almost to an Unadible volume)…oh my God, oh my God, he’s at my door again! I see the shadow of his feet across the small gap between the door and the floor. He’s standing right there!
  • Op – …uhm…is the door locked?
  • Ca – Yah, but don’t think that will hold him for too long…
  • Op – Is there anywhere you can hide until the police arrives?
  • Ca – (silence)
  • Op – Ma’am! Is there anywhere you can hide until the police arrives?
  • Ca – No!…under the bed, maybe…
  • Op – Crawl under the bed, and wait there! Police will be there in less than 6 minutes.
  • Ca – Ok, I’m (unintillegible whispering) safe, I don’t know, I’m….I’m…Oh God, please help me….he’s still there! Wait…he’s saying something…(mumbling is overheard, and a strong bang, along with a high scream from Caller)…he knows I’m here! (sobs)…He went away from my door! There are no shadows anymore…
  • Op – Did you hear him go away?
  • Ca – No…but his feet suddenly disappeared….
  • Op – Ok, stay right where you are, don’t move…and don’t worry ma’am, police are coming…I’ll be here with you the whole time. Can you please tell me your name?
  • Ca – …Kathy, Kathy Holmes.
  • Op – Ok Kathy, I’m Amanda, and we’ll get you out of there, safe. Do you hear me?
  • Kathy Holmes – Yes…please hurry.
  • Amanda – Is there any other person in the house, besides the intruder?
  • KH – No…my father is out of town, and my sister is staying at a friend’s…but John came over when I called, and I just don’t know if he’s inside, or what happened to (crying)
  • A – Have you seen the intruder, have you seen how he looks?
  • KH – (sobs)
  • A – Kathy! I need you to stay focused…Stay with me Kathy! Have you seen how he looks?
  • KH – …when I woked up, I saw him at my bedroom’s door…but I was still sleepy, so I’m not sure…
  • A – Wait, what do you mean, that he was at your bedroom’s door? Did he see you?
  • KH – (sobs)…looking straight right at me…I closed my eyes just for a moment, and then he was gone from my door…
  • A – …did…ah…he saw you, and didn’t even enter the room?
  • KH – (desperate crying)
  • A – Kathy…
  • KH – (calming down)…Amanda…do you believe in ghosts?
  • A – …
  • KH – Do you, Amanda?
  • A – Are you trying to tell me…
  • KH – (crying)…I called him…one day, playing with my friends…I CALLED HIM!…and now…he…now…(desperate crying)
  • A – I…just…
  • KH – (desperate crying and sobbing)
  • A – What do you mean, you called him?
  • KH – (sobs, unintillegible whispering) friend, how was supposted to know how to call a ghost and then call him out…but she didn’t…and ever since, things happened at my house, but never this. Never this…
  • A – Ok, stay hidden Kathy, we’ll take you out of your…
  • KH – (interrupting) he knows…and he’s here to take me. I know…(crying)
  • A – (tensed)…he’ll take you no-where, police is less than 2 minutes away…
  • KH – I don’t want to go…I…Oh fuck, oh shit, he’s at my door again! He’s there!
  • A – Kathy, police are arriving! Stay with me!
  • KH – He’s trying the door-knob! It’s locked…but he’s tryi…HE OPENED THE DOOR!
  • A – Wait right there Kathy! The police is entering your home, stay with…
  • A – Kathy! Oh God, Kathy! Kathy, can you hear me? (silence, only some background sound) Kathy! Hello? Kath…
  • Caller – (male voice, low pitched and deep) Gone

Phone is hunged up. Radio’s volume is reduced, and turned off.

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