Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)

“You can still stay in there if you want,” Frank offered. “I won’t mind. Or you could stay in the house;
there’re quite a lot of spare rooms…”
Phil cast a fond look at the vehicle. “I’ll stay in the car,” he said.
Frank nodded and started to walk up the gravel driveway back to his house.
“And can you let me drive it” the ghost called out eagerly. “Now and then”
Frank turned, walking backwards. “Yeah… just, uh, try not to scare too many people. I might get in
trouble if someone sees my car driving itself around the place. And try to keep it in good shape,” he
added as an afterthought, then stumbled as he nearly tripped over a rock. Frank winced, and turned
back around.
“Oh, thank you!” Phil gushed. “Mr. Rainer always kept the car locked in his garage… I never got a
chance to even give it a little drive…”
“Go ahead,” Frank said over his shoulder. “Have fun. I wouldn’t have gotten it if it weren’t for you.”
Ecstatic, Phil phased through the BMW’s front door and hopped into the driver’s seat. He drove off,
whooping with joy, as Frank unlocked the door to his house.
Bob Alkies was on the computer, and looked up as he entered. “Hi, Frank.”
“Hi. Where’s Eddie” Frank locked the door, then dumped the keys on the kitchen counter and went
over to the sink to wash his hands.
“Upstairs, cleaning his sofa.”
“Again” Frank opened the refrigerator and took out a ham sandwich.
“Yeah.” Bob hesitated. “Uh… and I think you might want to see this…”
Frank shut the door of the refrigerator. “Eddie cleaning his sofa”
“No.” Bob pointed at the computer, and then started typing away on the keyboard. “This. It’s…
strange.”
Frank took a bite out of his sandwich and walked over to the ghost. “Stranger than Eddie’s obsession
with that Chesterfield sofa of his” He glanced at the computer. “What”
“I typed your name into a search engine just now, for fun, and it gave me some pretty strange results…”
Frank swallowed his mouthful of sandwich. “What d’you mean”
Bob hit the ‘Enter’ key, and a list of results displayed on the screen. “See”
“Yeah… but it’s not like my name’s that unusual or anyth…”
Bob clicked on one of the links, and Frank broke off in mid-sentence as he took in the first few words on
the page. His blood suddenly ran cold. “What the h…”
“And that’s not the only one,” Bob interrupted. “The Internet is full of it. But they weren’t there when I
did the same thing last month.”
“Is this some kind of joke…”
“I don’t think so. If it is, it’s a mighty big one. Look at this.” Bob typed ‘imdb.com’ into the search bar
and several identical links appeared… only that not all of them were completely identical. Some were
slightly different shades of blue, differently indented, different word and line spacing…
Bob clicked on the fourth one. The main page of The Internet Movie Database loaded, and he typed
‘the frighteners’ into the search bar located at the top left hand corner of the page.
“What…” Frank started, but Bob stopped him.