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Shining

DRAMATIS PERSONAE: ISAIAH, a three-year-old
DADDIO, his father

The curtain opens.

[DADDIO and ISAIAH are in the bedroom where Iko has just gotten dressed for the day.]

Isaiah: [turning to the bedroom door and holding his hand up in dramatic “stop” gesture] Stop! Don’t come into bedroom.

[Daddio knows they are alone in the house. He looks at bedroom door. Nothing there.]

Isaiah: No come into bedroom! Isaiah and Daddio in bedroom.

[Daddio reassures himself by remembering psychic buddy who just came to town and told him there was nothing evil in this house.]

Isaiah: [loudly, to half-shut door] You go away. You go away. No come in.

Daddio: Hehhehheh! [Gulp.] Who ya talking to there, Isaiah boy?

Isaiah: Daddio no say anything. Isaiah not talking to Daddio.

Daddio: I know. You’re talking to whoever’s at the door. Who do you see there?

[Long pause. Far away look in the kid’s eyes.]

Isaiah: The Red Opener.

[Daddio and Isaiah spend the rest of the day in the bedroom with Daddio cowering in the corner holding a hammer and a baseball bat.]

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