The scream of the banshee, dead silence on the beach.

John

'Patty, hold up'

Patty has taken a wooden walkway between two 7 foot high dunes.

Patty

'Look, at that white thing off the pier. Doesn't it look like a person floating.'

John follows her onto the deserted beach.

John

'Yeah...that's floating...off the pier.'

Patty, come on. Patty walks fast down the beach. A mournful wail comes from the skeletal, closed- for- the- season boardwalk pier with it's empty rides.

John

'Jesus. Scream of the banshee.'

Patty smiling broadly

'Wouldn't that be cool.'

They near the empty Funtown pier and look up at a translucent female, figure, floating 18 feet high, just off the pier's end, over the ocean.

The wooden, utility pole pillars, look like a dead forest in the moonlight. Another banshee wail.

Patty points to the darkness, under the pier.

'It's coming from under there. Come on. Let's go.

John

'And I thought club Karma was scarey on a Saturday night.'

Patty leads. They can't see behind the thick pillars. She climbs over a log, used to brace the pier against the ocean. Looking to the beach, away from the ocean, the pillars look endless until the beach is right under the boardwalk. To the right, the stars shed little light on the black waves.

John

'Patty, slow down. Any wierdo could be under here.'

Patty is on the other side of a log brace from John. She turns and smiles.

Patty

'John honey. We're the wierdos. Who else is chasing banshees when they could be hooking up at Karma.'

Just then a hooded figure jumps out from the darkness and knocks Patty to the sand.