The Headless Ghost

Duane Comack: It's getting late, maybe we should be heading back.

Seth: I'm sorry, can't let you leave.

Stephanie Alpert: What are you talking about?

Duane Comack: Why-why did you lock the door, Seth?

Seth: I lied to you. My name isn't Seth. It's Andrew. It's been Andrew for over a hundred years.

Stephanie Alpert: But you can't be Andrew. Andrew lost his head.

Seth: This isn't my head. I borrowed it. But I have to return it. And so, I'll need a new head. And guess what, Duane? I'm gonna take yours. I need your head, Duane.

[he moves towards Duane]

Duane Comack: I need it too.

Seth: It won't hurt. Well, maybe just a little. For only a second. A quick twist. It'll come right off. Snap!

[Seth snaps his fingers]

Seth: Just like chicken leg.

Duane Comack: You're just joking, right?

Seth: Oh, it's no joke, Duane. I'm gonna pull your head off.

Duane Comack: Wait. M-M-Maybe we could help you. You know? Find your old head?

Seth: Oh, it's no use. For years and years I searched every room, every hallway, every closet.

Duane Comack: Why my head?

Seth: Well, I would take her's, but it'll look kind of funny.

Duane Comack: My head's not that great either. I mean, it gets allergies, it's-it's not that good at math and it's - it's hair never does what you want it to.

Seth: Nice try, Duane. But it's no use. I'm gonna take your head. That's all there is to it. Just hold still.