EXT. HOUSE - DAY (ESTABLISHING)
A quiet middle class house in the suburbs.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
SASHA moves through the living room with a feline
grace -- and a feline wariness. The blinds sway in the
wind: she studies them carefully as she glides
through.
She drapes a crucifix over the doorknob on the front
door, all the time looking around carefully.
Another crucifix on the table near the kitchen.
A strand of garlic on the doorknob of the closet.
She looks around the room: nothing's happening. She
sits on the couch and picks up a magazine.
NICK, the ghost of her husband, appears beside her. He
leans towards her ear.
NICK
Garlic's for vampires, not
ghosts.
SASHA
Don't do that.
NICK
Why not? It's fun.
She sidles away from him.
He reappears on the other end of the couch.
NICK
Did you have a good day at
work, dear?
Sasha murmurs a reply.
NICK
Did anyone ask about the
funeral? How you're doing? When
you'll be arrested?
She swings her feet onto the couch, resting them where
Nick's lap should be.
NICK
Feet off the sofa.
SASHA
It's my house.
NICK
It's my house. I was just
stupid and left everything to
you.
Sasha looks at him over the magazine.
SASHA
Do I keep talking while you're
haunting? I'm reading. Shhh.
EXT. PSYCHIC EYE BOOKSTORE - DAY (ESTABLISHING)
A bookstore for psychics and those who like to phone
them.
INT. PSYCHIC EYE BOOKSTORE - DAY
TRIXIE LEE, a psychic who dresses for the part, sits
in one of the consultation booths and reads the book
Contacting The Dead carefully.
She glances at her watch.
She puts the bookmark in her page and scoops up the
book, her purse, and her scarf, which is as colorful
as she is.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
Nick insists on reading the magazine over Sasha's
shoulder, only sometimes he is sitting next to her,
sometimes behind her, sometimes lying across the top
of the couch.
Sasha keeps reading.
NICK
Yesterday you were terrified of
me. Now you're ignoring me.
SASHA
Already bored being a stay-at-
home ghost?
She glances at her watch.
NICK
Aha! You have someone coming
over here.
Sasha throws the magazine on the coffee table. She
pauses, aligns it with the edge of the table.
Straightens the place up a bit.
NICK (CONT.)
Who is it? The boyfriend you
threw me down the stairs for?
She turns and glares, but he's gone. He reappears
behind her.
SASHA
Nick, you were drunk, you fell.
NICK
Then why am I still here?
SASHA
Because you're never been able
to let anything go.
Dead silence. So to speak.
Then Sasha is alone in the living room. She throws up
her hands.
SASHA
Start acting like an adult now
that you're dead.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Trixie parks her car and reads a page of the book
again.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
The doorbell RINGS.
NICK
Guests for the grieving widow.
A gentleman caller, perhaps?
SASHA
If you won't go, I'll have you
removed.
She goes to the door and primps in front of the
mirror. She opens the door to reveal Trixie.
Trixie takes Sasha's hand in both of hers.
TRIXIE
How lovely to meet you, though
the circumstances are so
unfortunate, you poor sweet
dear.
Trixie sweeps into the living room.
Nick appears beside Sasha.
NICK
What is this?
SASHA
A visit from a famous psychic.
TRIXIE
Oh, my dear, think of me as
your friend.
Sasha smiles at her.
NICK
The one from the tabloid trash
show? Sasha.
TRIXIE
The vibrations in this house
are so strong!
Nick heads right for Trixie. Sasha lunges forward to
stop him, but of course her hand goes right through.
NICK
I'll say! She murdered me! This
woman is a murderer!
Trixie is totally oblivious.
TRIXIE
There's so much love here.
Nick stops.
TRIXIE (CONT.)
He's still here, you know. He's
looking over you. Smiling on
you. He wants you to be happy.
Nick gets right in Trixie's face.
NICK
No I don't, you old bag!
He screams in frustration.
Trixie flits through the house.
SASHA (CONT.)
But...shouldn't he move on to
the next world?
TRIXIE
Oh no...he loves you so much
he's going to stay right here.
Sasha sags onto the couch while Nick makes a high-five
dance right next to her.
TRIXIE (CONT.)
I'll just do the smudging and
be gone.
The psychic takes incense out of her bag.
NICK
Smudging. That's incense. I
hate incense.
SASHA
Smudge away!
NICK
You're just doing this to annoy
me, am I right?
Sasha sticks her tongue out at him. Nick stomps around
in a fury. Trixie smudges.
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