The Ghost and the Darkness (1996) - Rotten Tomatoes
I shouldlike to have given him something: that's all." The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand:saying as it did so, "Let us see another Christmas!" Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words, and the room became a little darker and more dirty.
"I died, and there's nothing, there's just darkness
now, for what you can do: fix some spy cameras on walls and see if you pick up anything. install audio recorders and ask questions about the soul/ghost/poltergiest. leave it for a day or so, then hear it (by earphones) and see if you pick up anything. if you really want to get the answer to your questions, take an electromagnetic fiels sensor (a device that measures changes in electromagnetic fields) and see if there is strong fluctuation from outside to your house and in your kid's room. also watch out for cold spots, changes in elecric fields, flickering lights, etc
A slight disorder of the stomach makes them cheats. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb ofcheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!" Scrooge was not much in the habit of crackingjokes, nor did he feel, in his heart, by any meanswaggish then. The truth is, that he tried to besmart, as a means of distracting his own attention,and keeping down his terror; for the spectre's voicedisturbed the very marrow in his bones. To sit, staring at those fixed glazed eyes, in silencefor a moment, would play, Scrooge felt, the verydeuce with him. There was something very awful,too, in the spectre's being provided with an infernalatmosphere of its own. Scrooge could not feel ithimself, but this was clearly the case; for though theGhost sat perfectly motionless, its hair, and skirts,and tassels, were still agitated as by the hot vapourfrom an oven. "You see this toothpick?" said Scrooge, returningquickly to the charge, for the reason just assigned;and wishing, though it were only for a second, todivert the vision's stony gaze from himself. "I do," replied the Ghost. "You are not looking at it," said Scrooge. "But I see it," said the Ghost, "notwithstanding." "Well!" returned Scrooge, "I have but to swallowthis, and be for the rest of my days persecuted by alegion of goblins, all of my own creation. Humbug,I tell you! humbug!" At this the spirit raised a frightful cry, and shookits chain with such a dismal and appalling noise, thatScrooge held on tight to his chair, to save himselffrom falling in a swoon. But how much greater washis horror, when the phantom taking off the bandageround its head, as if it were too warm to wear indoors,its lower jaw dropped down upon its breast! Scrooge fell upon his knees, and clasped his handsbefore his face. "Mercy!" he said. "Dreadful apparition, why doyou trouble me?" "Man of the worldly mind!" replied the Ghost, "doyou believe in me or not?" "I do," said Scrooge. "I must. But why do spiritswalk the earth, and why do they come to me?" "It is required of every man," the Ghost returned,"that the spirit within him should walk abroad amonghis fellowmen, and travel far and wide; and if thatspirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do soafter death. It is doomed to wander through theworld -- oh, woe is me!
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"What do you want with me?" "Much!" -- Marley's voice, no doubt about it. "Who are you?" "Ask me who I " "Who you then?" said Scrooge, raising hisvoice. "You're particular, for a shade." He was goingto say " a shade," but substituted this, as moreappropriate. "In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley." "Can you -- can you sit down?" asked Scrooge, lookingdoubtfully at him. "I can." "Do it then." Scrooge asked the question, because he didn't knowwhether a ghost so transparent might find himself ina condition to take a chair; and felt that in the eventof its being impossible, it might involve the necessityof an embarrassing explanation. But the ghost satdown on the opposite side of the fireplace, as if hewere quite used to it. "You don't believe in me," observed the Ghost. "I don't." said Scrooge. "What evidence would you have of my reality, beyond that ofyour senses?" "I don't know," said Scrooge. "Why do you doubt your senses?" "Because," said Scrooge, "a little thing affects them.
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It was not until now, when thebright faces of his former self and Dick were turned fromthem, that he remembered the Ghost, and became consciousthat it was looking full upon him, while the light upon itshead burnt very clear. "A small matter," said the Ghost, "to make these sillyfolks so full of gratitude." "Small!" echoed Scrooge. The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices,who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig:and when he had done so, said, "Why!