Two-Thousand 8

Scaredy Cats

-3:00 a.m.
- A silent nig-CRASH!! (Loud noise coming from down stairs.)
- Three doors open quietly and out pop three heads
- Silently looking at each other
- They're all scared but one in particular is more

Asahi: ...(Fright shows in his eyes as he looks from Angelo and Thomas.)

Thomas: ...(Shaking his head with one eyebrow raised he quietly speaks.) Uh-uh!

Angelo:...(Glaring in the direction of the sound listening for more movement. While silently praying they won't have to walk down there.)
All "whispering"

Asahi:...sO are one of you going d-down there (Stutters pointing a shaky finger towards the stairs.)

Thomas: Not tonight Satan! (Making an x with his arms.) Angelo you should go you have a bat.

Angelo: (Unimpressed look comes over his face.) What the hell am I suppose to do with a bat?! Ask it to join the baseball team?! (Statement oozes with sarcasm.)

Thomas: (Folding his arms and turning his head with a hmph) Why do you have to be a beast, it was only a suggestion. You are the "macho one" here after all because you know he isn't going to do it. Big chicken! (Juts his thumb out towards Asahi.)

Asahi: (Insulted by Thomas's comment.) Then if I'm such a "chicken" then why don't you go if you aren't scared?! (All said while he still hasn't stepped out from behind his bedroom door.)

Thomas: That's simple I'm to cute to die. (Said with a smug grin.)

Asahi: (Now glaring at Thomas.) How does tha-

Angelo: (Clears throat) Ladies you're both pretty...ugly. (Snickers at his own bad joke.)

Thomas: I know I a- (A little late to the party he registers what was said.) Hey! That's not nice jackass!

Asahi: (Having enough of this conversation going nowhere.) Enough! (Unintentionally yells that part and hurriedly covers his mouth with both hands.)

Angelo: (Raising his eyebrow.) Wanna say that louder I don't think it heard ya?

Thomas: Are you trying to get us murdered? (Arms folded and foot tapping he leans on his door frame.)

Asahi: Alright, alright (puts his hands up in mock surrender.) I'm sorry. L-lets just go all t-t-together?

Thomas: (Pouting) Ok, but only if Angelo goes down first.

Angelo: (With a sigh) I'll grab the bat.

- Slowly all three descend the stairs
- Angelo holds the bat defensively
- Thomas is behind Angelo tightly holding onto the back of his shirt with both hands (nearly choking him)
- Asahi has his hands squeezing Thomas's shoulders trying to crouch behind him shaking.

"Whispering"

Asahi: Psst... A-Ange? (Reaching over Thomas shakily to tap him on the shoulder.)

Angelo: (Stopping in the middle of the stairs he pulls out of Thomas's grasp turning around.) What is it?

Asahi: (A frightened expression.) What if it's not a g-ghost? We should h-have a plan.

Thomas: (Turns to look back at Asahi.) We do have a plan and that is to have Angelo smash it with the bat! (Looking proud of himself with a bright smile.)