Presence

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Day 25, Play 25: Presence

 

JEFF is asleep, but fitful. ADRIANA lies next to him. Sitting on the end of   the bed is THE HAG, standing behind her is TOP-HAT. Neither JEFF nor ADRIANA see them. JEFF’s fitful sleep ends with him blinking awake.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Shhh… See, I’m here. No old hag. No man with the top hat. No evil forces present in the room.

                                                                                JEFF:

They don’t always come.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

No. But about fifteen per cent of people get them at least once in their life.  They’re called night terrors. Usually involves paralysis, palpable sense of menace. It’s a phenomenon—

                                                                                JEFF:

You don’t have to tell me. I’ve been with them since I was a kid.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

So, they know their stuff when it comes to scaring you. They’ve been doing it twenty-five years.

                                                                                JEFF:

Don’t make jokes. This isn’t funny.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

I don’t mean to. I know you experience this as real terror. What I’m telling you is, they’re not here. Whatever you experienced, I understand. But do you see them in this room?

                                                                                JEFF:

Not now.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Has any other person ever been in the room with you when you saw them?

                                                                                JEFF:

No.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Is all I’m saying.

                                                                                JEFF:

What do you think they are?

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Jeff, honey, you kinda put me on the spot. I don’t think they’re just a figment of your imagination.

                                                                                JEFF:

They’re—

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Too many people see them and all see them the same for it to be that. But you claim you see flesh and blood people in the room.

                                                                                JEFF:
I see a flesh and blood hag and her top-hatted friend.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Yeah, yeah, strangely, what a lot of people claim to see. But where’s        the evidence of that? They don’t show up on cameras,  no one’s ever identified them.

                                                                                JEFF:

But they’re real.

                                                                                ADRIANA:

That’s weird, though. Right?

                                                                                JEFF:

Yeah. Weird. What if they are real?

                                                                                ADRIANA:

Shhhh. What if they’re not real?

HAG and TOPHAT just sit there. LIGHTS FADE TO BLACK.

                                                                                 

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