(We open in another room in the theater. It's as dark and dusty as the others, but there's cobwebs cleared from the windows and the lights are on. There's more antique costumes on racks and in trunks, along with heavy antique furniture and a chemistry set. Two large men drag Sally in. Another one carries Chuck over his shoulder. Zelda drags Rachel in.)

Sheila: (She emerges from the closet, brushing off her thick dark purple silk gown and black and purple witch hat) Darn it! I hope those cobwebs don't ruin my costume.

Zelda: You'll be fine.

Sheila: What do we have here?

Zelda: Just a few friends.

Goon #1: Buncha those kids. We grabbed a couple of the ones you wanted.

Chuck: Let us go!

Sheila: Tie the boy to the chair. Tie the girls to the tables.

(They do so. Zelda immediately goes to Chuck.)

Chuck: *Groans* Oh no...

Zelda: *Smirks* Hello there.

Sally: (As they tie her down) Get off of him!

Rachel: If you touch him, so help me god, I will tear out your important parts.

Zelda: Hm. *sits on Chuck's lap, wraps her arms around him, and lays her head on his shoulder*

Sheila: That will be all, boys. You may go.

(The goons head out. Sheila turns to Zelda.)

Sheila: I know you want to have your fun, but we have to handle the ladies first.

Zelda: *Lifts her head and smirks* I'm just teasing them. *She kisses Chuck's cheek and gets up; Chuck just glares at her*

Sally: What are you two witches up to?

Sheila: Thank you for the compliment. We have some use for all of you tonight.

Chuck: What kind of use?

Zelda: We're going to turn you into ghosts.

Chuck: What?

Sally: Kill us?

Sheila: Not at all.

Chuck: Then what?

Sheila: Then we'll make some use of you.

Chuck: How?

Sheila: You'll see.

Sheila: (Pulls a necklace with a large gold pendant on the end from the trunk) This should work. There's one for you too, Zelda.

Zelda: Great. *also takes up a necklace*

Chuck: What's gonna work? :P

Sheila: You'll see. (She strokes Sally's long golden braids) Now, my dear, you enjoyed the costumes downstairs so much, why don't you be a part of the production?

Sally: (Frowns as Sheila swings the necklace in front of her) What do you mean?

Zelda: *Swings her necklace in front of Rachel* We want you to join in on the fun.

Chuck: What fun? What're you doing to the girls?

Sheila: (Holds Sally by her braids, making sure she keeps her eyes on the necklace) Yes, dear. Just watch it. Concentrate on it. (Runs her fingers across Sally's braids) Yes, dear. Keep your eyes on the necklace. Focus on it. Lose your mind to it. You will belong to us shortly.

Zelda: *Runs her fingers over Rachel's hair* Just watch the necklace...

Sheila: (Smirks as Sally's eyes become cloudy) Yes, my dear. You're under my power now.

Zelda: *Smirks at Rachel* And you are under my power. *chuckles evilly*

Chuck: They're under your power!?

Sheila: Are your ears clogged, boy? We just said that.

Chuck: But...

Zelda: I think he's in a bit of shock.

Sheila: (Turns to Zelda) I know how you feel about yours. I know you're very jealous. (Undoes Sally's braids) I'm not jealous of this one. I just wish she'd learn to watch her mouth.

Zelda: Incredibly. *runs her fingers over Rachel's face* I just don't understand what you see in her. *glances over her shoulder at Chuck*

Chuck: I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. Now unhypnotize them!

Zelda: You're hardly in any state to ask for things.

Chuck: This is wrong! You can't do this to them! They haven't done anything to you!

Sheila: Quiet. We'll get to you in a minute. We need them.

Chuck: I won't be quiet. You won't get to me. And you don't need them!

Zelda: You're misbehaving.

Chuck: So what if I am? I'm not gonna let you get away with this! *struggles* You won't use them for whatever you're planning on!

Sheila: (Strokes Sally) Oh yes, we will. (Softly, into her ear) You'll be silent and obedient. You will glide like a ghost. You can only hear the sound of my voice.

*Chuck struggles harder, looking on wide-eyed.*

Zelda: *Whispers in Rachel's ear* You only hear the sound of my voice. You will obey what we ask of you. You will remain silent. You will glide as gracefully as a ghost.

Sheila: You see nothing. You hear nothing. (She starts undoing the braids) We will dress you to look like female phantoms...and that's what you are. Phantoms. (She tosses Zelda a makeup kit) How would you like to make yours the less attractive phantom?

Zelda: *Smirks* Gladly. *pulls over various items*

Chuck: Phantoms? They're not phantoms! Stop that!

Sheila: No. We're in charge here, little boy.

Chuck: *Frowns* Little boy?

*Zelda is working on Rachel's "makeup."*

Sheila: (Ignores Chuck as she starts taking off Sally's cape) How is it coming, Zelda?

Zelda: Quite well.

Chuck: Leave her alone!

Sheila: We'll get to you in a minute. Hold your horses! (She pulls a ruffly, floaty white gown over Sally's Red Riding Hood dress)

Chuck: *Struggles more* You can't do this to them!

*Zelda pulls a white gown over Rachel, then grabs a blonde wig and pulls it over her dark hair.*

Sheila: You'll get your chance in a moment.

Chuck: I don't want a chance, and neither do they!

Zelda: *Finishes with Rachel's wig* There.

Sheila: (She starts putting a tube of white makeup on Sally) You'll make a lovely spirit, dear.

Zelda: They're both lovely.

Chuck: Stop this!

Sheila: Rise, my phantom. (Sally does. Actually, she looks rather ghoulishly attractive, with her long wavy hair, pale makeup, and the gossamer white lace gown.)

Zelda: *Nods* Very nice. *smirks at Rachel, who simply looks pale and pasty*

Sheila: (Opens the door) You ladies go find the others now. Lead them around a bit...then to us. (She opens the door) After you, my pretties.

Zelda: Have fun!

Chuck: *Watches Sally and Rachel leave; turns back to Sheila and Zelda* You're not going to get away with this.

Sheila: You'd be surprised, boy. Now (turns to Zelda) I'm sure you'd love to practice on him.

Chuck: *Eyes widen* Practice what?

Zelda: *Grins at him* I sure would.

Sheila: (Takes Chuck's shoulders) Go for it, dear.

Chuck: *Struggles* No!

Zelda: *Saunters over, necklace in hand; slinks into his lap* Yes.

Chuck: *Glares at Zelda, but he appears to be getting hysterical* Don't do this!

Sheila: Don't worry. We have nothing in mind like before. We're going to use you for something far less damaging. (Glares at Zelda) And I mean that.

Zelda: *Clearly makes a face that means she doesn't agree with that* Can I at least sit here while I do this?

Chuck: No.

Zelda: Just watch the necklace, cutie. *starts swinging the necklace in front of his face*

Chuck: No!

Sheila: Yes. (She rubs his shoulders)

*Chuck's struggles lessen as his eyes follow the necklace.*

Zelda: Just watch.

Sheila: Yes, my dear boy. You too will be under our control...but don't worry. We have a different plan for you than using you as a toy. (Eyes slide towards Zelda) This time.

*Zelda rolls her eyes slightly, but nods.*

Sheila: Now, Zelda, what kind of monster or specter do you think our young man would make?

Zelda: *Smirks* A vampire.

*Chuck whimpers. He doesn't want to be a vampire!*

Sheila: (Whispers into his ear) You'll make a lovely vampire.

Chuck: *Faintly* No...

Zelda: Yes. *snatches up the necklace and gives him a quick kiss on the lips, then swings the necklace closer and faster. Chuck's eyes follow the necklace, though there's still a certain amount of shock. He's starting to take shorter, gasping breaths.*

Sheila: The next time you make love to the boy, try to go easier on him, all right? And yes, this is coming from me. We want them besotted, not so frightened they can't breathe. That's no fun.

Zelda: *Shrugs* He's scared. How am I supposed to know how they're gonna react? Yeesh.

*Chuck's breathing finally evens out. His eyes are glazed over.*

Zelda: There we go. See? He just needed time to settle.

Sheila: We still aren't here to do anything traumatizing. This is business, remember?

Zelda: I know, I know. *Sighs* I'll go get the makeup and costume. *gets off Chuck's lap and goes to retrieve them*

Sheila: (She rubs Chuck's shoulders) You're under our control. We won't hurt you, but you must do what we say.

*Chuck gives a slight nod.*

Zelda: *Returns* Okay, now for some fun.

Sheila: I'll let you handle him, as long as your hands don't go too far in his pants. (Whispers) Today, anyway.

Zelda: Promise?

Sheila: Promise. As soon as we're done, you can have him.

Zelda: Thank you. *grins* Now, this boy needs a costume. *She starts to remove his army uniform as we fade out.*