Boyd Lewis - The Ghost Goes To War

I'm gonna give it a shot. Come in. Now look, Rogers, we're not in great Lise England to see the sight see where he headed. Well, you happen to be here private or wide in that narrow road so we can drive our plants down to the coast for shoving the French.

Well, you're judging couldn't we just? Get in that bulldozer and shove that rock out of the way. Well, couldn't we do it tomorrow, Sergeant, it's mighty dog tonight. No. Say, wait a minute, Rogers, wait a minute now.

How come you're so anxious to get ghosts? A what? A ghost, you know, maybe a witch. You see, they burned the witch at the stake here 200 years ago and buried her under that rock.

I haven't seen grudges yet, I made a tell- Oh, I ain't worried. But the limeys here say that if that rock is moved, the ghost will escape from a grave and turn this town upside down.

Now, now, look, private grudges. Get in that bulldozer and shove that rock out of the way, or our heart-chant tape pay for the rest of your natural life. Start her up! Okay, Sarge. Come ahead.

We'll see if there's a ghost around here. And then what happened, Mr. Mackin' told you? Here they are, my enquirely on my bed. I bought a drop off to sleep.

When suddenly I hear the back door slammed. And then before you know it, what did I tell you, boys? It was at Bleak in Yankee bulldozer, Chappie. What started all the... All done, Mr. Sikes.

All of us hottin' a feeler, chill. And there's a lump in the bed between me and the moonlight, streamin' through the window. My voice freezes on my windpipe. Now I'm here. and before I can summon the strength to jump out of my bed and gear shout, the long disappears.