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Halloween Hitchiker

A slightly mad, non scary Halloween machinima that could be used with children for discussions on a number of topics.
The machinima is based on a Massachusetts Ghost story, see
The transcript is below:
We were having supper with close friends Josh and Sandy on Halloween. We talked about ghouls and ghosts and Josh claimed that he have seen the mysterious red-faced phantom with wild starting eyes that haunted Cemetery Lane.
We started kidding him about it.

“Funny how we’ve never seen him, and we drive that stretch of road all the time,” Jill said.
“You sceptic,” Sandy said, emphasizing the word as if it were a curse. “One of these days, you’re gonna find out I’m right. And you’ll owe me a pizza.”
“If I ever see the ghostly hitchhiker, I’ll buy you a large pizza every day for a year,” I promised.

The evening ended pleasantly, and it wasn’t long before Jill and I were driving home through the misty autumnal night.

“Let’s take Cemetery lane,” Jill said suddenly, flashing me a sideways grin, afterall it is All Hallows eve!.
“Hoping to see a ghost?” I chuckled, taking the turn she directed.
“Ha!” Jill snorted derisively. She yawned and turned her head to face the passenger window.

Suddenly, she let out a shriek of sheer terror. I jumped and glanced sideways, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. A horrendous, blood red face, with a grotesque figure and staring eyes was running right next to the passenger side of the car. He kept glancing in the window with his pitted, deformed face.

Heart pounding in terror, I hit the gas. A moment later, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw him sitting in the back seat of our car. Jill shrieked again and began hitting the phantom with her handbag.

I kept looking back and forth between my wife, the phantom, and the road ahead, determined that I was not going to let the red-faced ghost force us into a fatal accident.

I glanced toward the back seat for a moment, and the ghost laughed, a laugh that made my teeth tingle and the hairs on my neck stand on end.
“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…” Jill gabbled and I could not blame her. I could not think of anything better to say!
Glancing in the mirror, I saw the phantom grimace as she recited the holy words. As we drove past the cemetery he vanished without a trace.

We carried on home I was shaking from head to toe, and Jill was still sobbing. I pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition,

When we got in the house I swept my wife into my arms and held her as tightly as I could.
We clung together until both of us had stopped shaking and Jill’s sobs had abated.
“Did that really happen,” Jill whispered against my neck, and I nodded, not trusting my voice.
When I woke in the morning, I thought it must have been a nightmare. I groaned aloud as I remembered it.
Jill looked fearfully all around the room.
“Oh dear, I think I must have had too much to drink last night”
“No we didn’t I saw him too! `You owe Sandy a year’s worth of pizza,” She said.
“I most certainly do,” I replied, laughing. “I most certainly do!”
I got ready for work, got in the car and was horrified to find empty pizza boxes littering the back seat.

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