**The Night**
**The scene is set at a suburban neighbourhood. The Camera is focussed on a house. There is a gathering inside this bright house.**
**At the front door of the house stands Momma Rita and the old man stands. With them a little boy. Torn cloths. Rotting blood on his body.**
**Ding Dong.**
**Ding Dong.**
**The doorbell rings. Few seconds of no answer.**
Momma Rita: May be they are not in?
**Someone answers the door. A woman. Grieving. Dressed in black. Tears engulfing her eyes.**
Woman: What do you want?
**She looks down**
Woman: What is this? What is this creature? Why does he look like my baby?
**She is shocked. She is scared. The little boy however is joyous. He runs towards the woman trying to hug her**
Boy: Mamma… mamma…
**She push the boy away with disgust. She look angry. The boy is terrified at here reaction.**
Woman: What is this? This isn’t a joke. How dare you make fun of my tragedy? Why did you dress this boy like this to look like my Connor.
**Rita tries to reason with the woman.**
Momma Rita: Ma’am this is your son. We brought him back.
**The woman points at the child, who at this moment is holding onto Rita.**
Woman: That thing is not my son. That thing is not Connor Michalek. Take your joke elsewhere. I am trying to grieve.
**She shuts the door angrily.**
**The boy is crying as Rita confronts him. The old man looks on with disgust. He is shaking his head.**
Momma Rita: Don’t cry Connor, your mother is just scared. She’ll come around.
**Cut.**