The Ghost: The Killer Scorn (radio Drama)

In a flashback Rick Hart faces off against a foe who may be smarter than him? Who will win this epic game of chess?

The Killer Scorn

By Daniel Rodriguez

Ghost: I hear voices. They tell me to do things. They cry out for vengeance and justice. Only I can answer their call. The dead must find rest. They shall be avenged. I am "the Ghost."

Announcer: The Ghost!

FX: Wind

Announcer: Fighting for the supernatural, defying those who would take advantage of spirits, and keeping the boundaries safe. When the dead can't speak!

(Music; something mystical)

Announcer: Born able to commune with the dead, Rick Hart, Private Eye, has established an agency secretly dedicated to serving those who passed and keeping balance in the two worlds. Should there be a murder most foul, should there be a grave threat to the powers that be. Then prepare for an otherworldly encounter with The Ghost!

FX: Clock counting down the time till it rings midnight.

Announcer: The fates have set. The time has come for the fantastic mystery ride of paranormal proportion: The Killer Scorn!

Det. Thomas: Ah, there you are.

Mason: Sorry I am late.

Det. Thomas: Yes, I know how bad traffic can be. Sit down.

Mason: So what is this special occasion?

Det. Thomas: Well, you have not heard this from me but, I think a certain someone may be in line for a promotion.

Mason: Oh, do tell.

Det. Thomas: Yep, I am so confident I decided that even you and Rick would make good company on a time like this.

Mason: I see your generosity never fails.

Det. Thomas: Except I have decided that you will be paying for breakfast.

Mason: Um, what kind of breakfast are we talking about?

Det. Thomas: I am thinking a good steak and eggs. With the steak, I want a whole cow on here. That too much?

Mason: You are lucky I am in a good mood.

Rick: I think when Det. Thomas is in a good mood, everyone is in a good mood. Am I right?

Det. Thomas: Rick!

Rick: No �"Hart” this time?

Det. Thomas: Sit down. How long have we been working together?

Rick: I think the question is, how long have we NOT been working together.

Mason: So tell me why you think you are in line for a promotion?

Det. Thomas: Well, we have a kidnapping case.

Rick: The Rothschild case?

Det. Thomas: The one in the same.

Mason: And you think you solved it?

Det. Thomas: Oh I did more then solve it. I called the squad, they are on their way now, and they will call this joint when they find the kid. And no Ghost or you two for that matter, to get in my way. ALL ME!

Rick: I fear for the child’s safety.

Det. Thomas: Oh I am right this time. You remember those �"hunches” you used to have?

Rick: Yes.

Det. Thomas: Well I got one of those and I am just waiting for the call.

Mason: So who did it?

Det. Thomas: The butler of course.

Mason: You are mistaken.
Rick: You are mistaken.

Det. Thomas: What?

Rick: Ah, poor detective.

Mason: How about instead of steak and eggs we order you some humble pie?

Rick: Two scoops of ice cream?

Mason: Who eats dessert for breakfast?

Rick: This talk about pie has got me hooked for some sweet stuff.

Det. Thomas: So then who did it?

Rick: You got the case file?

Det. Thomas: It’s right here.

FX: Paper Being Shuffled.

Mason: Uh huh.

Rick: Looks about right.

Mason: I say the chaufer.

Rick: Definitely the chaufer. The tire tracks are a dead giveaway.

Mason: Found on the day he had off.

Det. Thomas: They said they clean the area on…

Rick: So whose paying for this meal?

Mason: I think the detective is paying because we are about to be responsible in giving him a promotion. I will have two steaks…and eggs.

Rick: Hmmm, this looks expensive, I’ll take this!

Det. Thomas: You know, I been wondering.

Rick: About?

Det. Thomas: We all have been around the bend. Right?

Rick: Yes.

Mason: I don’t remember my first case it was so long ago.

Det. Thomas: Everyone has �"that one tale.” You know what I mean.

Rick: I think we have several.

Det. Thomas: I remember, you especially, when you were on the force, you would walk in a room and point to a random guy and say, �"he did it.” Sure enough, he did.

Rick: Those were the days.

Mason: I was just getting my license then.

Det. Thomas: Have you ever…faced off against someone who was out of your league.

Mason: Can’t say that I have. I am that good.

Rick: Not that long ago.

Mason: What?

Rick: You remember, the Alison Case.

Det. Thomas: Um…

Rick: As I heard…

Det. Thomas: I want no one to leave this room!

Hubby: Hey, watch it. Do you have any idea who I am?

Det. Thomas: Right now you are a murder suspect!

Dean: What about me?

Det. Thomas: That goes for all of you in this room!

Voice: But you got to believe me.

Voice 2: I didn’t do it!

Ghost: Silence!

Voice: Whose there?

Det. Thomas: You! Why, everytime I am about to make my move you have to come.

Dean: Who is this man?

Ghost: I am The Ghost.

Voice 2: What is he doing here?

Ghost: I know who killed Lady Alison!

Det. Thomas: And so do we.

Ghost: Ah, but I have proof! And with this proof, the murderer will have no choice but to confess his crimes!

Rick: You remember?

Det. Thomas: Oh yes. The Ghost came when we had all the suspects together. What does this have to do with…

Rick: Well, it all started…

FX: Keys Jangling.

Rick: Oh hey sis.

Malina: You were late to wake up this morning so I decided to stick around the office for you to arrive.

Rick: Any clients?

Malina: Do you mean if we have any ghosts that need your help? No. Seems like it’s a quiet day.

Rick: That’s always good to hear.

Malina: Rick.

Rick: Yeah?

Malina: Just because I am a ghost, doesn’t mean I am your secretary.

Rick: I know.

Malina: So everytime you come to work late, doesn’t mean I am handling with our supernatural clients.

Rick: I got it.

Malina: Good. Just remember that. Just because I may not be living, doesn’t mean I don’t have wrath of my own to inflict upon you.

Rick: Just don’t inflict any wrath and I think we will both be okay sis.

Malina: One more thing.

Rick: That is?

Malina: For once, you should walk by Linda, without trying to talk to me. She sees you talking, and no one answering, she thinks things about you. Crazy things.

Rick: Well we both know I am not crazy.

Malina: Need I remind you, you run around in a Halloween costume, calling yourself something you are not really.

Rick: I will have you know that The Ghost takes offense to his attire being called a Halloween costume.

Malina: Heaven forbid I should insult the great and power grown man in pajamas!

Rick: Okay hush it up.

FX: Door opens

Linda: Good morning Rick. We have a client waiting to speak with you. If you don’t mind, I told him to wait in your office.

Rick: Okay. Thank you Linda. Any calls?

Linda: No, today has been pretty silent in terms of the phone business.

Rick: Let’s hope it stays that way. For old times sake, hold all my calls unless its an emergency.

Linda: Will do.

FX: Door opens and closes.

Rick: I am private detective Rick Hart and you are?

Hubby: Call me John.

Rick: Original name.

Hubby: My friends used to say the same thing.

Rick: I am sorry.

Hubby: Don’t be.

Rick: So you want to hire me to find the evil man who named you …John.

Hubby: No.

Malina: Could be worse, they could have named him Bob.

Hubby: I am sorry, but they said you were really good and…

Rick: I should be sorry. It is early in the morning for me, and I have yet to get rid of my sense of humor around this time. I know, it is completely unprofessional of me. So tell me about yourself and what brings you here.

Hubby: I will be to the point.

Rick: If you must.

Hubby: Someone murdered my wife.

Rick: I see…by all means, you have my full attention.

Hubby: That is good to hear.

Rick: Any and all details will be appreciated.

Hubby: Her name was Alison. We met at a fundraiser. You see, me and her came from wealthy families. I would like to say we loved eachother very much but the part of society we came from…

Rick: You wouldn’t happen to be John Rothschild would you?

Hubby: While we have been out of the press, yes, I am. How do you…

Rick: It is my business to keep the cities pulse from time to time. Your family immigrated from the other side. With certain royalties, they prospered and well, to cut a short story shorter, you guys are still apart of the lost aristocratic society.

Hubby: So you can see with me being a bachelor, and she being the same, both in line to some fine business, our families would mutually set us up.

Rick: Not unheard of. Continue.

Hubby: Fact is, we respected eachother for our minds. Although I may say that she wasn’t as well versed as most people in the old ruling class, she did have a mind of her own. Sadly as the years went by, we mutually agreed that we were not into the idea of the children business and our personal business’s were going south. However, for a select group of saving she had, we had just enough money to be middle class. Then I got a position in the university. You see, ever since we met, I have been working at the university, securing a personal living just for myself off of that money. It has worked for us this far and we had begun to live a life of semi luxury again.

Rick: So your wife, Alison, if I recall, she died?

Hubby: Yes, the police discovererd her body, I didn’t get the details where but they found her. I do not know the details as the cops have closed me out on the investigation. Let me say, while we did not live a fabled romantic life, I will say apart of me saw her as a close companion and a confidante. I just want to know what happened, and who did it. I am not asking for a conviction, I will let the law do that at their own discretion, but I have to know what went on, why she died and who killed her.

Rick: Well sounds interesting but…

Malina: Look brother, I know we rarely do living clients but. I was here last night when Linda went over the records, we are down several hundred dollars. We need income.

Rick: I will take the case!

Announcer: As Rick Hart gathers his thoughts and starts the new day, his first destination is the morgue.

Mortician: Rick! Been awhile.

Rick: I have a murder mystery on my hands and need help.

Mortician: Which one?

Rick: You aren’t going to like it, the Alison Case.

Mortician: Alison, the nae rings a bell, let me check the papers. Ahum, can I have a last…

Rick: Smith.

Mortician: I now remember.

Rick: What do you remember?

Mortician: Her family came in, told me to cremate her as soon as possible.

Malina: So she is cremated?

Rick: So she is…

Mortician: Fortunately, even with all their lawyers, they couldn’t stop me. I still have her body. Feel free to give me any ideas to tell the boys upstairs. They are clueless on this one.

Malina: That’s a surprise.

Rick: Clueless about what?

FX; Table Rolled.

Rick: This is her?

Malina: What’s that look on her?

Rick: She has a strange look, I don’t recall…

Mortician: Electricution.

Rick: You don’t say.

Mortician: That is definitely the cause of death.

Rick: Seems hard on evidence. I mean there was a storm the other day and.

Mortician: Exactly the problem.

Rick: So the police ruling it an accident.

Mortician: The police don’t know what to think.

Rick: How so?

Mortician: Look at the arms.

Rick: There seem to be some sort of…

Mortician: Scarring. She was bounded up with some thick and sturdy rope.

Rick: Meaning?

Mortician: She was likely tied up and then electrocuted. Don’t know if it happened at the same time. I mean it can theoretically be an accident.

Rick: Or this was one twisted way to murder someone.

Mortician: I am sorry Rick, but that is all we got on this end.

Rick: Well thank you for your time.

Background FX: Car Motor.

Rick: So what do you make of it?

Malina: From theoretical, she could have been bounded, escaped, then electrocuted in the storm.

Rick: How do you think it happened?

Malina: Electric chair? But that’s not how I see it. I would guess, speculation, she on or attached to something that then got hit with a bolt of lightning, or they could have used a circuit. But with the storm the other day, and with how her body looked, I am betting lightning.

Rick: Death by lightning?

Malina: Where did they find her body?

Rick: Near a lake.

Malina: She didn’t look soggy, so I am betting whatever she was connected to was a conductor.

Rick: Makes sense.

Malina: Your brain not working?

Rick: I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.

Malina: Then let’s stop somewhere. I have a feeling we will need both our brains if we are to solve this one.

Fade into:

Dean: Welcome John.

Hubby: It has been awhile.

Dean: Sorry to hear about your wife. She was a good person.

Hubby: I know. I married her afterall.

Dean: She was very charitable.

Hubby: She gave your organization a lot of her money.

Dean: Did that ever affect you?

Hubby: We have different bank accounts, my money stays mine, and hers stays her. Honestly, moneywise, no profit from her leaving.

Dean: No life insurance?

Hubby: I never saw the point in that. And ever since her parents sold all the rights to their company, I am all defending for myself.

Dean: Well cheek up.

Hubby: So how is the organization going?

Dean: It is doing well. We are in the green this year, and the work we can do for the community will be…

FX: Door opens.

Rick: I am sorry to intrude.

Dean: Who are you?

Rick: I am Rick Hart, Private Eye. You must be the Dean of the University.

Dean: You are correct in that assumption.

Rick: So I hear you do a lot of community stuff.

Dean: Yes?

Rick: Well I couldn’t help but hear that you said your business was doing good, am I correct?

Dean: Why exactly are you here?

Hubby: You will have to forgive me. He is a private eye I hired to find out what happened to my wife.

Rick: I am sorry, I am just following every lead, and at this point there are very few. However one thing I heard was about your organization. You have strong ties to the Rothschild family I noted.

Dean: Do these questions have a point?

Rick: Oh no, I am sorry again. You see, my job is to sniff a trail and well, clearly there is a stop sign on your end. What I came to do was to report to my client about what I was able to gather, and heard he was here. Dean, it was an honor to meet you. I heard about your plans for the university and may I say, good stuff.

Dean: Thank you I guess.

Rick: Well John, I will tell you the rest when we have a private place to talk. I am sorry for inturupting your conversation.

FX: Door Closes.

Hubby: Okay Rick, so what do you got.

Rick: Your wife was electrocuted. My guess someone connected her to a conducter of sorts and when the lightning came, she was toast. However her body showed signs that she was tied up. I am also certain this was a murder, clearly thought out and executed in a most vile manor.

Hubby: I don’t know what to say.

Rick: Was there anyone who wished your wife any ill?

Hubby: Not that I can think of.

Rick: Any competitors or family rivals?

Hubby: No.

Rick: Was she having an affair?

Hubby: I think I would know if my wife was having an affair but…I cant tell you. I don’t think she was. I mean, I am certain but…whenever there is a murder, things always turn out to crazy.

Rick: Okay, I will keep you posted on my investigation.

Hubby: Well, there is one thing.

Rick: Oh?

Hubby: She was having money issues and wasn’t too keen on the Dean’s pet project.

Rick: I will see what I can dig up. It may be nothing, or it may be a lead.

Dramtic Music.

Background Noises: Creepy Outside Noises.

Rick: Sis?

Pause.

Rick: You said you would be fifteen minutes! Where are you?

Fade into.

Malina: I hope he is alright waiting for me.

Dean: Uh, what a long day.

Malina: So Dean is home. No worries, its not like he can see me. I hope he doesn’t mind if I haunt his house for a brief moment.

Dean: It’s gotten kinda cold in here.

Malina: Now…evidence, what can we use for evidence.

Pause

Malina: Ah his mail. Lets have a look see.

FX: Paper Rustle.

Dean: I must have left a window open.

Malina: This is taking a lot out of me. What’s this?

Dean: I think I am going to get a coat.

Malina: I am sorry, but in review of the situation… I will have to stop payments on our business transaction…Alison. It looks like a womans writing. And dated… the day before she died!

Back To.

Rick: It’s cold. I can’t believe she is making me stand out here and…

Malina: Rick!

Rick: There you are! You know, just because people cant see you, doesn’t make it…

Malina: I found a letter. It was from Alison. She was threatening to stop payments on his project. It was dated the day before she died.

Rick: So, if he killed her before she could stop the money flow…

Malina: That is motive.

Rick: I did some digging of my own. I heard on the news that certain members of his organization may be brought up on corruption charges.

Malina: I say you visit the husbands house.

Rick: With this evidence, I am sure her husband wont mind us snooping around. Good thinking.

Fade Out.

FX: Knock on Door.

Hubby: Who is it?

Rick: It’s me, Rick.

Hubby: Oh come in!

Rick: I think you would like to know that we are mounting an angle and when we complete it, that we can tell you all the details. Would you mind if I look around you wife’s belongings and around the house?

Hubby: If it helps.

Rick: I uh, noticed you live pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It’s a perfect place to kidnap someone and steal them to somewhere else.

Hubby: My wife was here when I last called her.

Malina: Rick! There are boot prints in the mud out back.

Rick: Do you own a pair of boots?

Hubby: No. Can’t stand the way they make my feet feel. If you know what I mean.

Malina: These seem like the same shoes Dean wears.

Rick: Noted.

Malina: Find anything on your end?

Rick: I think I found something.

Hubby: Oh?

Rick: Your wife seemed to have thrown it in the trash. What’s interesting is…

Malina: Is what Rick?

Rick: It says here, its from Dean, claiming that if she withdraws her check, his fund would go bankrupt.

Malina: I think this may be open and shut.

Rick: Okay. We have seen enough. I will call you tomorrow about my findings.

FX: Walking.

FX: Door Opens, Closes.

Announcer: After a long day of invesitagating and chasing down other leads, Rick heads to his office.

Rick: Hey sis.

Malina: Rick, so real quick. Tell me what you think happened?

Rick: Well, Dean notices his money is low, scared his venture will go out of business, hijacks the woman, in the middle of a storm, ties her up to a metal base, and waits for lightning to strike, then dumps her body. Elementary.

Malina: Well you may want to attend to your own story.

Rick: What?

Malina: We have a client. You can come in.

Rick: Greetings I am Rick and you are?

Wife: Alison.

Rick: Alison what? ALISON! You mean!?

Wife: That is right. I am Alison Smith.

Rick: Don’t worry, we have already solved your…

Alison: But you are wrong.

Rick: I am what?

Malina: You will have to forgive him. He isn’t used to being wrong.

Alison: I was murdered by my husband.

Dramatic music.

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Announcer: We now bring you the exciting finale of The Killer Scorn.

Det. Thomas: So?

Rick: So I totally at this point knew, up to everyting that I have ever known, that Dean was not only a killer, but an embezzler. It was an open and shut case, but I just didn’t have the proof my client needed, or that would hold up in court.

Malina: So tell us, what happened?

Wife: You got to understand, my husband…he is an interesting man, sadly one of the reasons I hated being married to him.

Malina: I wish I knew what that was like.

Wife: You aren’t missing much.

Rick: Continue.

Wife: Okay, so, my husband, he was an actor. And by actor, I mean he could act his way out of a lie detector. He could go to court and make a saint get convicted for assault. Not that he did, these are just analogies.

Rick: Is he this bad?

Wife: Yes and no. He can act because he can put his mind into anything, even being a victim when he isn’t. He pulled those stunts with me a million times.

Rick: I don’t understand. What does this have to do with a case?

Wife: He puts his mind, but also everything else in whatever he is after. For instance, did you know he is next in line to become Dean of the entire University? Oh he has been at that for years. Before I knew him even. He has positioned himself very carefully and has kept with the appropriate sucking up and maneuvering. Him hiring you…he must have figured you were good enough to get to the papertrail he set up. He set up the whole thing just to frame the Dean.

Malina: Why would he?

Wife: Because he is next in line. It’s the silliest ambitions that drive him. It’s his weakness actually. He is the smartest man I have ever met, and he is the smartest man he has ever met. This fuels his ego. Me, I am smart enough, especially with my traditional upbringing to never mess with a man and his ego.

Malina: I am sensing something?

Wife: Really? I preteneded to be dumb enough, for every day we were together, to be nothing more then an obedient wife. Smart enough to entertain, too dumb to threaten.

Rick: You are smarter then him, aren’t you?

Wife: One day he managed to make me lose it. Now what he has done, everyday, is we play a game of chess. I always play with a strategy that protects my pieces from being taken, and I slowly move foreward. It’s a semi novice strategy as I don’t appear to have a basic plan other then defensive. But as I said, one day he drives me too far.

Rick: What did he do?

Wife: He insulted my mother. Believe it or not, growing up in that horrid town, my mom was the only one I got to understand, and for him to compare her to a lady of the street, well…I beat him in chess.

Rick: And?

Wife: And that night he murdered me.

Malina: That seems so cold.

Wife: Not from his perspective. I was now a complete threat to him. Mentally, he knew, he would have to be under my shadow. In one moment I tore down the world he spent a lifetime building by proving that he was nobody special.

Rick: I hate to ask this, but how did it happen?

Wife: Some poison or something. It didn’t kill me, I drank something he gave me, and woke up on a the roof, attached to a copper pole.

Rick: A lightning rod!

Wife: We had heard on the reports that there would be a thunderstorm, and lightning always aims high, with the way our house was positioned, outside any road, there would be no witnesses and well, nothing else to catch the electricitity except the copper pole and me attached to it.

Malina: How did you know it was him who did this to you. Afterall you claimed you were knocked out and woke up…

Wife: We were on top of my house, I saw him walk by me as if nothing happened. Then the storm came.

Rick: Okay then.

Malina: Okay what?

Rick: It’s time to add another piece to this mystery.

Malina: Dare I ask?

Rick: I think it’s time a special guest gets involved.

Wife: Word of warning Rick.

Rick: And the word of warning is?

Wife: He is smarter then you.

Dramatic Music.

Annnouncer: And in John’s house, a murderer sleeps.

FX: Downstairs Racket.

Hubby: What was that?

FX: Walking.

Hubby: Who’s there?

Ghost: Greetings.

Hubby: Darn these lights. Come out and show yourself.

Ghost: The lights may be out, but I have a feeling you can see…my eyes.

Hubby: What the? How?

Ghost: Now that I got your attention, I am The Ghost.

Hubby: I heard of you.

Ghost: Then you no doubt know why I am here.

Hubby: I… I have no clue. Why are you barging into my house and home. Can’t you see I am in mourning and…

Ghost: And you killed your wife.

Hubby: No. No I didn’t.

Ghost: Why do you lie to me? I can see the murder in you.

Hubby: You can’t prove it.

Ghost: Very well, since you are being stubborn, I propose a game.

Hubby: I am calling the cops.

FX: Phone Lifted.

Ghost: A game of intelligence.

FX: Phone Put Down.

Hubby: A game?

Ghost: Come now, you yourself admit you have heard of me. You know my profession in catching criminals. I am not easily defeated.

Hubby: And?

Ghost: I see it in your eyes, while the lights are out, I can see your anticipation. You, go one on one with The Ghost.

Hubby: What’s the stake?

Ghost: Whatever you want. However I will wager your guilt or your innocence.

Hubby: But I am not…

Ghost: Then you have no need to fear.

Hubby: What are the rules.

Ghost: It is a game of intelence. Prove to me you are smarter then me, and…

Hubby: And I will unmask you!

Ghost: You think you can solve my identity?

Hubby: Already got you down to five suspects.

Ghost: When one side triumphs, the other will fall. I think that is a fair game stake.

Hubby: Very. I will prove to the world you are nothing more then a fraud.

Ghost: And I shall prove to the world you are a killer.

Hubby: I found the lightswitch. I got you…

FX: Lights Go on.

Hubby: Now? He must have used the window as I put distance. Very well, let the game begin.

Dramatic Music.

Malina: Rick, are you an idiot?

Rick: What?

Malina: You went in without me, and challenged a guy who had us running in circles the moment he hired us, oh and get this, since he is paying us to investigate for him, we cant turn on him. Are you getting me Rick? We are in over our heads.

Wife: You know, I have been watching you two squabble for an entire day. I think I got you both figured out, and she is right, you are both in over your heads.

Rick: Not true.

Wife: How so?

Rick: Unlike your husband, I got super powers. And I plan on cheating.

FX: Gavel Banging.

Chair: So, what do you say about the accusation?

Guy: I… I dint do anything wrong!

Chair: Dean?

Dean: The man is innocent!

Chair: We haven’t gotten to your trial yet, but if he is found guilty for using your trust fund organization to launder and steal money, and you knew about it, then we will have to come after you too.

Dean: I promise, nothing illegal happened.

Person: Psst.

Dean: Yeah?

Person: There is going to be a meeting after this hearing. You better come.

FX: Walking In.

Dean: What’s this about?

Hubby: The board told me to lead this proceedings.

Dean: For crying out… I just had to sit through a proceeding moments ago about some trumped up…

Hubby: That’s part of the problem. They contacted me and…

Person: I am sure you recognize all of us.

Dean: I do.

Hubby: We all agree you should step down.

Dean: I should what?

Hubby: We got lucky, I hired a private detective and he says, it looks like all the evidence of my wife’s murder points to you.

Dean: That’s impossible!

Person 2: This is a professional matter not personal. What concerns us is that the police are eyeing you as a major suspect. Mixed with these charges.

Hubby (to self): Which I doctored.

Person 2: This is all bad attention. And there is no way we can spin this. You will have to step down and lay low.

Dean: You are just going to cut me off?

Secretary: Um pardon me gentleman, but is there a John here?

Hubby: That’s me.

Secretary: There is a phone call for you.

FX: Phone Picked Up.

Hubby: Hello?

Ghost: The last time detectives came to your house was a weak ago. In the report they never mentioned a crime scene. So if I were to tell you, I recreated the crime scene, and phoned two NEW detectives to come to the scene, what would they see? You better hurry, I called them just before I call you.

FX: Phone Slams Shut.

Hubby: I got to get home!

FX: Cat Running.

FX: Car Screeching.

Hubby: I got to….

FX; Car Breaks.

FX: Car door opens.

Hubby: I don’t believe it!

Pause.

Hubby: There is a manaquin on the lightning staff. Bounded just like… No! He put up the lightning staff himself. He is trying to frame me!

FX: Cluttering.

Hubby: First I got to untie this mannequin. It looks so…

Wife: So real?

Hubby: But…

Wife: I’m glad you finally decided to untie me. But you’re a few days too late!

Hubby: I see. Ghost! I know it’s you.

Wife: So, you really think I am The Ghost?

Hubby: I learned about your �"tricks.” I am betting you have a tape recorder in that dress of yours.

Wife: Very
Ghost:……well then.

Hubby: Down to 4 suspects. Although I will admit that the odds of you being someone else is highly likely. But then again they say basic deduction is the easiest.

Ghost: So you think you found my identity?

Hubby: Det. Thomas, he has been snooping around lately. However I would say the most likely cannidate is the Chief, as he has been associated to almost every crime The Ghost has solved. Then there is the private eye, Rick Hart. And I am guessing you may just be the Dean himself. However, as good as a bluff as that was, it was obvious you did not call the cops.

Ghost: Oh, then how come you came running?

Hubby: Even if you did call the cops, the risk was too much of being framed.

Ghost: So you think I am framing you?

Hubby: I take it this is the part where you admit…

Ghost: This round goes to you. I still have one more game to play.

Dramatic Music.

Linda: Hey Rick.

FX: Door Slams.

Linda: Bye Rick? What’s eating him?

Rick: Okay, so… what do we do?

Malina: He didn’t confess?

Wife: Even faced with guilt, you will need absolute proof.

Malina: Usually after Rick allows people to possess him, the killer quakes infront of their victims.

Rick: Any ideas?

Wife: Me?

Rick: Yeah, he is your husband.

Wife: I will help you with whatever plan you want to carry out, but in terms of matching wits, this is your battle.

Rick: Battle of wits…

Malina: I know that smile.

Rick: Well, I say it’s time we end this. I got a plan.

Dramatic Music.

Det. Thomas: You want to run this by me again Hart?

Rick: I am telling you…the Dean did it. All you have to do is focus the investigation.

Det. Thomas: There is no evidence.

Rick: The paper trail!

Det. Thomas: Look, we have zero leads, and yes, we are examining the trail but…look. I am going to get them all in the same space. All the suspects in one area. When they arrive, we awe them until we get a confession. All those people togther, something will slip.

Rick: Then I am off, I did everything I could!

Mason: So Rick just stormed off?

Rick: Yes I did. I followed the evidence and then… I got stopped I couldn’t do anything.

Det. Thomas: Yeah well…

Rick: So what happened when you got them all together and The Ghost showed up?

Det. Thomas: Well…

Ghost: The proof…The proof is this!

Hubby: Is that a…

Ghost: Let this be our final game… a game of true intelligence. A game of chess.

Det. Thomas: Now wait one second.

Ghost: I promise, after this game detective, you will either have me, or you will have your killer.

Hubby: You are bluffing as usual.

Ghost: So you think you can take me.

Hubby: I never lost a game.

Ghost: Now who’s bluffing?

Pause.

Ghost: I see you won’t move, I guess then I will go first.

Hubby: I will block your pawn.

Ghost: Very well.

Cop: Shouldn’t we?

Det. Thomas: No.

Cop: Why not?

Det. Thomas: We interviewed this guy what, three, four times? But he never had as serious of a face as he does now.

Cop: What’s on your mind?

Det. Thomas: I think The Ghost is going to try and shatter his will.

FX: Several pieces continue to be changed.

Ghost: Uh oh.

Hubby: Losing your nerve?

Ghost: Your queen is in checkmate in three moves.

Hubby: What?

FX: Piece Moved.

Ghost: Two.

Hubby: You are wrong.

FX: Piece Moved.

Ghost: One.

Hubby: I…

Ghost: Move.

Hubby: This…

Wife: Just like the last time we played? Move honey.

Hubby: You are not her.

Wife: No, I am just The Ghost using smoke and mirrors. Do you resign?

Hubby: Never!

FX: Piece Moved.

Wife: Down one queen. Ooh. Checkmate in three moves.

Hubby: Silence.

FX: Piece Moved.

Wife: Two.

FX: Piece Moved.

Wife: It’s not your fault you can’t beat me. You never really could.

FX: Piece Moved.

Wife: Ouch, your last rook infront of my queen. I will take that. All you got left is a pawn. Give up?

Hubby: I hate you.

Wife: And that’s Checkmate. I win…again.

Hubby: (heavily breathing)

Wife: That’s the same look you had before you fetched the sleeping medicine. You going to kill me again?

Hubby: AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL YOU ROT!

FX: Table overturned.

Ghost: And there was the confession I was looking for.

Hubby: NO! Bring her back so I can…

Ghost: Now you have me to deal with, and sadly, you are as strong as you are frail.

FX: Punch.

Ghost: Confessed to a murder, infront of an entire room filled with witnesses. Hey John, I win.

Dramatic music.

Announcer: The Ghost and all characters are copyright by Supernatural Magazine Monthly. All characters living or dead are fictitious and any similarities are practically coincidental. All Rights reserved.

End.

Author's Note

This was written along time ago. I have a lot more coming. I look forward to feedback. These radio dramas were written one a month, and were moved from old Myspace Blogs in which I used to write them, so formatting errors may have happened. Enjoy!