"[Child laughs]" "[Muffled heartbeat]" "An ax murderer with blood dripping from her grizzly weapon..." "Or a mummy wrapped in rotten bandages." "What about a razor-sharp hook where her hand should be?" "No, no." "A zombie with sunken eyes and all stifflike." "Sounds like Kristen's up tonight." "We're trying to guess what act she's going to pull to scare us." "I liked it when she dressed up as the prom queen." "Whatever it is, i hope she gets here soon." "[Crunching sound]" "Whoa!" "Peace, love... duh." "Hey, where did you get that stuff?" "Up in the attic." "I, uh, think my parents were old hippies or something." "Here." "Groovy, man." "And... here." "Whoa!" "Sock it to me." "What's this got to do with your story?" "There's an old saying that goes, if you don't learn from the past, you'll be doomed to repeat it." "My story's a little different." "In my tale, if you don't learn from the present, you'll repeat the past..." "And meet your doom." "Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society." "I call this story..." "We haven't put anyone out here for years, but we're busting at the Seams." "I don't know where all these kids come from." "Locker 22-- home, sweet home." "Um..." "It's kind of far from things." "Are you complaining?" "No." "Look, I've been here far too long to take grief from a transfer who's only been here 5 minutes." "I'm sorry." "This will be fine." "Good." "Welcome to Derby, Miss Dufaux." "[Windlike sound]" "Now, carefully..." "Suck the liquid into the pipette like so..." "And hold your finger on the end so that it doesn't run out." "Simple." "Don't do that." "[Bell rings]" "We'll pick it up tomorrow." "Next time..." "We do it with acid." "Ooh, tasty." "Keep moving, bozos." "Hey, you OK?" "Yes." "Hi." "I'm Chris." "Are you new here?" "Yeah." "It's no biggie." "What's your name?" "Julie." "I never worked with things like this at my old school." "Oh." "Where are you from?" "Paris." "My parents came here for business." "Oh." "Well, don't sweat it." "You'll pick it up." "You get lost yet?" "Everybody does at first." "This place is huge." "Hey, what's your next class?" "Um... art." "You know how to get there?" "Uh-uh." "Come on." "I'll show you." "Thanks." "You scared me." "I thought everybody left." "Hey, let's go." "I'm coming." "Donny, what do you think of the new girl?" "I don't know." "Kind of weird, Fritz." "Weird." "See what happened in chemistry?" "No." "No, what?" "Well..." "She had this straw thing and she sucked up the water..." "Yeah." "Then what?" "Well, then she sort of did this." "[Students yelling]" "[Students] Food fight!" "Food fight!" "All right." "That's all!" "Oh!" "I said, that's all!" "Both of you, my office--now!" "Did I say something about giving me grief, Miss Dufaux?" "But, sir, I didn't" "If you're a troublemaker, you've crossed paths with the wrong man." "What are you looking at?" "[Windlike sound]" "Don't do that." "What do you want?" "Look, I'm getting tired of..." "Hey, Julie." "Wait up." "Where are you going?" "Hey, Julie, what's your hurry?" "I have to go." "Listen, I heard what happened with those guys at lunch." "Forget them." "Come on." "You just started." "You burn out now, you're not going to make it." "Hey, you OK?" "I, uh..." "I saw something." "What?" "Um..." "I saw..." "You saw..." "Oh, forget it." "Come on, Julie." "What did you see?" "You promise not to laugh?" "Cross my heart." "Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I think I saw a ghost." "A ghost?" "Forget I said anything." "Aw, Julie." "[Telephone rings]" "Hello?" "Oooohhhh..." "I'm the ghost of Derby High, and I'm coming to haunt you, Julie." "Beware!" "Leave me alone!" "Whoa!" "Thanks a lot." "What's the matter?" "I trusted you, and you had to tell everybody what I told you." "Julie, I didn't" "You're worse than those jerks in the cafeteria, because you pretend to be nice." "Wait a minute." "I should have seen you coming." "Julie, I only told one person." "I didn't know they were going to make it news." "Well, they did." "Now everybody thinks I'm the crazy new foreign kid." "I did it for a reason, OK?" "I'm sure." "Hope you all got a good laugh." "Man!" "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to scare you, although I didn't think anything could scare you." "That's because you're a ghostbuster." "Stop it." "Ooooohhhh!" "Oh, beware, beware!" "Leave me alone!" "Boo!" "Ha ha!" "Who are you?" "[Sitar music playing]" "Candy, those beads are so far out!" "What did you call me?" "I'm sorry, moondance." "This necklace is, like, boss." "Whoa!" "Cool, cool." "I'm waiting, Miss Warren." "[Bell rings]" "Peace out, man." "We have to talk." "Look, I'm sorry about what happened." "That's all I can say." "You said you told someone about what I saw for one reason." "What was it?" "What?" "Look, there's been stuff going around about a ghost haunting this place for years." "I know somebody who knows somebody who said they saw it." "That's all." "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "Wait." "I want to show you something." "Look, I got to go, all right?" "Please?" "You owe me." "Right here." "Look." "Whoever had my locker before put a flower sticker there." "See that?" "Yeah." "This necklace-- I found it in my locker." "It must have belonged to the same person." "Yeah." "So?" "Look around." "The paint is old-- like nothing has been done for years." "Right?" "Look, I'm sorry about those guys giving you a hard time, but you're getting a little spooky on me, all right?" "Spooky?" "You haven't seen anything yet." "Aah!" "What happened?" "How did you do that?" "I don't know." "It happened to me before when I put on this necklace." "It's like I jump back in time." "[Girl] Candy." "Who's this?" "You don't know him?" "No." "Are you new?" "[Sitar music playing]" "I don't know." "You don't know." "If he figures it out, invite him over tonight." "I got the Beatles white album." "Bye!" "Beatles white album?" "Look at this." "See?" "This is my locker." "This is the flower." "Candy." "That girl called you Candy." "Miss Warren." "Shaffner?" "Mr.Shaffner." "Who are you?" "Um..." "I'm..." "I'm new." "Learn some manners." "And now, Miss Warren." "Not tomorrow, not next week." "Now!" "But" "No buts." "I'll stay late today to help." "But if your chemistry project isn't done by 4:00, you'll be staring at a big, fat "F"" "and summer school." "You dig?" "Yes." "Groovy." "I'll meet you in the lab." "Groovy?" "Something strange happened, Chris." "Yeah." "Tell me about it." "That was Shaffner, but he was-- he was young." "I know." "It's like if we're back in the sixties." "How could that happen?" "You said it was your necklace." "Take it off." "Oh, man!" "Oh, man, this is wild." "It is the necklace." "It has some kind of power." "Candy." "That girl called you Candy." "Who is Candy?" "I don't know, but we can find out." "Come on." "Hey, come here." "You see, I'm checking 1968, when the white album came out." "Bingo." "What?" "Candy Warren-- locker 22." "Yeah, that was her locker, all right." "Who was she?" "I don't get it." "Why isn't she here?" "Check the next year again." "I checked three times." "She isn't here." "There." "That's her." "That's the ghost." "This is real, isn't it?" "I guess." "We can't both be crazy." "Why is Candy showing herself to me, and why do they think I'm Candy?" "I don't know." "Whatever's going on here, we can't handle it, all right?" "Well, what do we do?" "I don't know." "I feel like she's trying to tell me something, Chris." "This is happening for a reason." "Maybe." "Come on." "Let's get out of here." "I have to get my books." "Let's talk tonight." "OK." "Later." "Mr. Radeau." "Chris, you're here late." "Mr. Radeau, you've been teaching here, like, forever, right?" "Yeah, I suppose 30 years is forever to you." "Did you know a Candy Warren?" "Candy Warren." "Haven't thought of her in years." "Sure, I knew her." "Sweet girl." "Such a tragedy." "Well, how did she die?" "Was she, like, sick or something?" "Heavens, no." "It was a horrible accident." "What, a car crash?" "No, it happened right here." "At Derby?" "Miss Warren--now!" "She was staying late after school on some chemistry project or something." "Apparently she got a little careless..." "And there was an explosion and fire and..." "It's hard to even think about it now." "Why do you ask?" "Who was her teacher?" "Ooh, that was many years ago." "I" "I don't..." "Thanks, Mr. Radeau." "Oh, wait." "It was Mr. Shaffner." "Before he became assistant principal, he worked in the chemistry department." "Nice of you to join me." "Julie!" "Julie." "Julie." "Julie!" "[Mr. Shaffner] Sit." "Worksheets, thermometer, beakers..." "And a pipette for measuring." "Swell." "Could you, um..." "Explain what we're doing?" "We're identifying compounds by determining their melting points." "Or would you like to skip right to summer school now?" "No, no." "I want to try." "How do I do this?" "That's what this test is about now, isn't it?" "I'll give you a little hint." "Turn on the gas and light the burner." "After that you're on your own." "I'll be back in 20 minutes." "Whoa!" "Candy." "Um, is Julie in the past?" "[Gas hissing]" "I hate this stuff." "Listen, Candy." "She's going to die." "You got to stop her." "Wet." "Julie!" "Hey, no running." "Come on, man." "Julie " " I mean Candy" "Candy's in trouble." "She certainly is." "She's going to flunk." "Bummer!" "Come on, man." "Let me go." "Man, let me go!" "Who are you, anyway?" "I'm your future, pal." "Let go!" "Julie!" "What are you doing?" "Yes." "What were you doing?" "If you think you can" "Stop." "Just stop!" "Look at this." "It's rotted through." "If you'd have put fire into this, the whole place would have gone up." "Hey, don't you check your equipment, Mr. Shaffner?" "My God!" "You could have been killed." "I don't know what to say." "Say you're in the wrong line of work." "Thank God you saw this." "If you hadn't..." "I would have been toast." "So that's how Candy died." "Yeah." "I saw her." "She brought me back." "Oh, man!" "Come here." "Ahem!" "Can I ask what you're doing here so late?" "I, um..." "I was helping her with her locker." "It's stuck." "At least, it was stuck." "Oh, I know." "It used to stick for me all the time, too." "For you?" "That was your locker?" "Back in the dark ages." "You must be Julie Dufaux." "Nice to meet you." "Who are you?" "I'm the assistant principal-- Ms. Warren." "Candy Warren." "Gentlemen, my office, please." "The end." "Far out." "Solid!" "Psychedelic." "Um..." "Neat-o?" "That was a cool story." "Thanks, man." "Good story, Chris." "Captioned by Grant Brown"