Stapy Scares Pin (Alt Version)

 Pin: g-g-g-Ghosts! i'll show ghosts! 

Ghost: [As it opens the front door] Pin! 

Pin: Wha? [The ghost tosses over a table and barrel. It picks up a barrel and a table to make it look like they are floating.] 

Ghost: Pin, i've come to haunt you!  

Pin: What makes you think ghosts are ghosts? [Pin uses the specter detector (paddle ball) by bouncing the stringed ball back and forth from the paddle board.] 

Pin: Ghosts are ghosts!  

Ghost: (Laughing) Why?  

Pin: Ghosts are.  Nothing more than shadows of our souls!  

Ghost: Ghosts are just the memories we don't want!  

Pin: You know, that reminds me of the ghost you told me about.  

Ghost:  (Still laughing) Why don't you tell me more?  

ghost: [Blurts) It's all a matter of perspective.  The ghost is a what? [The ghost moans. The ghost stops the ball. The ghost then cuts the string.] 

Pin: [shivering] Ooh! 

Ghost: [quietly] Boo!  

Pin: Yeah, but all a matter of perspective.  And why.  [The ghost then takes the ball and is about to throw it to Pinner.  But Pin taps the ball onto the paddle board.]  All a matter of perspective.

Pin: i gotta get out of here! [She runs to the doors, but they don't open.] 

Ghost: You can't escape, Pin. i've glued the door shut. [The door is held closed with a long strip of glue. The scene shows the side of the Haunted House.] 

Pin: [off-screen] You'll never get me! [Pin tries to break through the window, but instead of shattering, the window stretches like elastic and slingshots her backwards, and she crashes into a table] 

Ghost: Nice try, Pin, but i replaced all the glass with rubber! [Pin dives into the toilet, but gets stuck. She pulls herself out and sits on the floor, dazed] 

Ghost: Too late, Pin, i've already clogged all the toilets. [The toilet is stuffed with toilet paper. Pin cowers in a corner.] 

Pin: Please, spirit, leave me be. Just leave!  [through the slats of toilet paper, we see the other toilets.  Not a sign of Spirit in any of them] 

Retriever: You don't have a chance in hell,Against the might of Spirit. 

Ghost: [while Pin is incoherently begging for her life] i got Pin good. [to Pin] You're going to pay, Pin. 

Pin: [shaking with fear] No, spirit, please! 

Ghost: Pay! [a dollar floats in the air] 

Pin: No! 

Ghost: [high-pitched] Pay! [lights a match] 

Pin: No! Don't burn my dollar!  [ Spirit places coins in the receptacle.  All the coins disappear from sight but one] 

Spirit: It's all for nothing.  The life you took, is now returning.  Why you cry, i don't know, Maybe it wasn't worth it.

Pin: No! Don't burn my dollar! [grabs a bucket of water and throws it at the dollar. The water drips on the ghost, making it reappear, revealing sizzling fangs and blood. He laughs, not noticing he's visible.] Well, well, well, if it isn't sarah. 

Stapy: [wiggling his arms and legs like a ghost] i know not these names of which you speak. [Stapy looks down and notices that he is no longer visible.  The dollar burns furiously.]  Yyyuuh hhyeah, yyuuuh shmooouuurrrrk, aanndd yyuuuh lllooouurrr.  Whatever happens, i don't care, i'm the one with all the answers.  Yahoooooohhhh, ow!  

Stapy: [To the dollars] You all know who i am? [Pin lifts him up by the back of his neck as he tries to run.] 

Pin: So you are the ghost of Goiky. Watch out!  [Stapy moves out of the way as Pin goes into the City] By the way, i'm tired of all this nonsense.  

Lenny-boy: Nothing's happening.  But go you before it's too late.  So long.  [Stapy reaches the City] 

pov: The painted city glows in the fog like a bubbling cauldron.  In the evening sunset it is made beautiful and mysterious.  In the sight of all the bewildered guests, tears fall from the eyes of those who have waited their whole lives.  [Another angle on Stapy, now wearing a heavy silk robe with silver lace] He wanders into the Square, passing an elegant Sippling and blossoming with music and light.  an inky-black smudge remains on his face.  He is blinded by the first ray of the setting sun.  The music starts to play and the festival is forgotten.  Trees begin to bare blossoming buds, countless guests appear and disappear.  a Young Man with greasy black hair, sitting on a bench, tries to hear the music: He puts his ear to the ground to learn the invisible voice of the square.  But the source of music seems to come from all directions and directions beyond him.  By a two-tiered stand, among two fold-up tables of food and a bloody bar, he spies various chambers, and stands by a scalding metal sink, one with a poison-oil sink, one without, and he knows, and this much is certain, that both have the scent of plagues by now.  One last chamber, with a sanded plastic floor and plastic tent over a filthy mattress is near him.  He chooses the chamber and goes in with his right hand.