(We open...in the dark. We see four little pinpoints of light and hear the rustling of leaves and brush underfoot.)

Mike: Ow! (We see a dim outline of Mike rub his toe) Damn it, I tripped over a stupid root!

Peter: Where ARE we?

Davy: Well, considering this is Mick's shortcut...'o knows.

Micky: It was right on the map! I even showed you guys!

Mike: (Grabs the map) Let me see that. (Shines his flashlight over it. The light illuminates the faces of all four guys, giving them a ghostly glow. They're dressed in sturdy boots and hiking equipment) Micky, is it that red line over there?

Micky: *points at it* Yeah, that's it.

Mike: Micky, were you by any chance eating at one point while holding this map?

Micky: *thinks a moment* Yeah, I had that burger...

Mike: (Groans) Micky, that's KETCHUP! That line is KETCHUP!

Micky: ...What?

Peter: How can we follow ketchup?

Davy: Bloody 'ell.

Micky: *frowns; eyes wide* But...I thought...

Mike: Micky, look. (He rubs at part of the line on the map; it comes off)

Micky: Oh boy. Oh guys, I'm so sorry! I could've sworn...

Davy: I think I'm gonna sweah in a minute.

Peter: (Puts an arm around Micky) That's ok, Mick. I'm sure we'll be ok.

Micky: *still frowning, but nods* Yeah, I'm sure we will.

Mike: (Shines his light ahead) Look, there's an old house in that clearin' there. Maybe we can see if it's safe to call the girls and tell them we won't be home before dark. I don't think we need to be wanderin' around in the woods all night.

Davy: *shakes his head* No, we don't. Just because they're safe during the day doesn't mean the same once the sun goes down.

Mike: Right. God only knows what wild animals are roamin' around in there.

Davy: Besides Mick, of course.

Micky: Ha ha, Dave. Real good one.

Davy: Thank you. I thought so.

Mike: Ok, ok, you two. Enough. I don't want you two killin' each other tonight. We have enough problems as it is.

Davy: Let’s go check out that 'ouse.

Peter: (Gulps) I don't know, guys. That house is so spooky, and I don't like the aura....

Mike: We don't have much of a choice, Pete. Whatever is in there has GOT to be better than bein' eaten by a bear or a wild boar or somethin' out HERE.

(The boys follow Mike down the path to the house. Peter screams suddenly, pointing at a window.)

Peter: Look! There's a light in that window!

Mike: Hey, he's right. I guess we woke up the owners.

Peter: I really don't like this. The aura is so scary...

Mike: Maybe we could ask them directions.

Micky: Actually, something doesn't seem right about this place...

Davy: Mick, please. Let’s ask directions, or at least find out where we are.

(Mike leads the four down the path up to the doorway.)

Mike: Looks safe enough.

Peter: (Whimpers) I don't like this...

(Mike knocks on the door. After a moment, it just opens.)

Micky: That was creepy.

Peter: Maybe we shouldn't...

Davy: It probably just wasn't closed all the way.

Mike: Yeah. (Peers inside) Anyone home?

Peter: I hope not!

Micky: No? Okay, bye bye! *tries to leave*

Mike: Come on, guys! (Grabs Micky by his collar)

Peter: I wanna go home! The aura here is awful!

Micky: *whines* But Miiiike!

Mike: Would you rather be in here with a bad aura, or in the stomach of a bear?

Micky: What's my third choice?

Peter: (Looks around; the room is ornately furnished in heavy Tudor antiques; a fire blazes) Well, at least it's warm in here.

Micky: *wraps his arms around himself* If it's warm, then why am I getting chills?

Davy: Because you're you?

Peter: (Turns to next to the fireplace) What's that?

Mike: What's what?

Peter: I thought I saw something.

Davy: Your eyes are playing tricks on you, mate.

Micky: *shivers* I am DEFINITELY getting a chill here.

Mike: Well, we need to find the people who live here and ask them if we can use their phones or stay the night. Mick, you come with me. Davy, stay here with Peter, just in case the owners come down here (makes a face) or we aren't wanted and have to make a quick get-a-way.

Davy: *nods* Okay, Mike.

Mike: Let's go, Mick.

Micky: *still has his arms wrapped around himself* Okay.

(They head for a door. Peter goes to the space next to the fireplace and feels around.)

Peter: I KNOW I saw SOMETHING come through here.

Davy: But there's nothing there, Petah!

Peter: (Grins as he feels something) No, Davy, there's a crack here! (He closes his eyes. There's a blue light around the crack...and a door swings open)

Davy: *eyes widen* Well, I'll be dahned! You were right, Petah!

Peter: I thought I saw someone. (Pokes his head in the door) It sure is spooky in there.

Davy: Be careful, Petah.

Peter: (Turns on the flashlight) I wonder what I saw? It wasn't a ghost's aura.

Davy: I don't know, mate. Wanna go check it out?

Peter: Yeah. I want to see if it's friendly. I'm worried about what it'll do to Micky and Mike!

Davy: I'm worried about what Mick's imagination will do to them.

Peter: Davy, I don't think Micky was entirely imagining things. The aura on this house is very dark. Almost...black.

Davy: But YOU'RE the one that can sense that, not 'im.

Peter: I think Micky can sense other things. You know how some people like to mess with his head.

Davy: *frowns* But we got rid of them.

Peter: They just left, Davy. We don't know WHERE they went after they left Kibbee Manor.

Davy: I was 'oping they'd 'ad enough for now.

Peter: Maybe it won't be them, Davy.

Davy: I 'ope so.

(Cut to Mike and Micky wandering around the kitchen.)

Mike: Micky, don't you dare touch their refrigerator. You don't know where it's been.

Micky: *rubbing at his arms* I'm too cold to eat.

Mike: (Looks around, backing against the wall) Well, Mick, I don't see anyone here. The light's on, but there don't seem to be anyone home.

Micky: *shivering* I just wish it was warmer in here! Aren't you cold?

Mike: (Leans against the wall) Come to think of it, I am a little...yikes! (He falls into the wall when a panel moves. The panel closes again, looking as if nothing has happened)

Micky: *eyes widen* MIKE! *runs over to the wall & feels around it* Mike? Mike! *backs away from the wall, hugging himself again* Oohhh...it just got colder... *looks around warily* I'm alone... *slowly walks back out of the kitchen, into the hallway* Miiiike!? MIIIIKE!?

(Suddenly, the lights seem to go on and off, flickering softly. An owl hoots in the distance.)

Micky: *yelps* Miiiiike! Miiiiiike!? *rubs his arms, still shivering* Don't do this, Mike! You know I hate to be alone!

(Micky feels something scratchy grabbing at his arm... )

Micky: *pulls away, rubbing his arm* Weird things...MIIIIKE!! Where ARE you!? Miiiiiiiike!

(Something seems to grab at Micky from out of nowhere! )

Micky: *attempts to shake whatever it is off of him* Noooo! MIIIIIIIIIKE! I don't wanna be ALONE in here!!! Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!

(There's more spooky and creaky sounds. Something pulls at Micky's foot.)

*Micky shakes his leg and loses his balance, landing hard on the floor. He sits up and pulls his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around him. He looks about ready to cry.*

Micky: Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!

(There are what sounds like footsteps behind Micky, big, heavy ones.)

*Micky's eyes widen as the sounds grows closer and louder...*

(Something squeaks very close to Micky's foot.)

*Micky jumps up and runs screaming all the way down the hall, back toward the living room. We fade out as Micky rounds the corner, partly sliding through the doorway.*

(He runs right past a mouse, who looks up at Micky in confusion. The animated mouse scratches his head as we fade out.)