Mother ghost returns night after night, the legend says. An old woman in a wispy, charcoal dress, hands clenched around a black rose. She moves dreamlike through the house, searching each room. Her cries grow in intensity and sadness with each empty room, she calls her babies in a ghostlike wail.
‘Callie? Andrew darling? Beth?’
Her voice halts in the kitchen, she sees them. They turn towards her and smile. They merge into a ghostly soup, crying.
4 ghosts enter the basement through the door. Leaving silence behind.
Mother will return tomorrow and again look for her children.