Dimera Mansion...
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, EJ is eyeing his spectral visitor with contempt. Why should HE believe anything a GHOST has to say?
The mansion has grown colder and darker than usual. Several candles flicker on the table next to EJ. Andre’s eyes glow red as he gives EJ foreboding news…
Andre: What I tell you is the truth. But you do not have to listen to me, you illegitimate son of a biscuit eater. On this night, you WILL be visited by the previously mentioned spirits. Take heed, Elvis. For it may be your last chance.
EJ: I don’t have to do a bloody thing. Nobody tells me what to do.
Andre: Obviously! You’ve never had to. You spoiled, over dressed, bull tempered, egotistical, ill shaven, woman abusing, nasty bugger that you ARE!
EJ: (Eyebrows raised.) Have you been listening to Victor Kiriakis? Sounds like something he would say. Well – when he could talk that is.
Andre: (shakes his head) You poor pathetic fool. I say again. Listen, and learn. Or YOU... WILL ...BE... DOOMED!
With that, Andre disappears in a instant, chains rattling and clanking. EJ swallows hard, trying his best not to be shaken. Clearly, our addle brained villain is disturbed. (And has been for quite some time, has he not?) He shakes off the feeling he’s losing control. He goes off to bed, wishing desperately what he just witnessed was only the byproduct of too much booze.
He gets under the covers, pulls them close as would a child trying to hide from a monster. EJ is tempted to go check his closet to make sure Chuck Norris isn’t hiding inside. Just as he is about to close his eyes…a whooshing sounds comes from the window. There is a light shining dimly at first, but becomes brighter and brighter as the next vistor of the night is about to arrive. EJ’s eyes widen in fear as the Ghost is standing before the foot of his bed…
EJ: Wh..Wh..Who are you?
Ghost: You don't know me... never met me in real life. A close relative of yours loved me dearly. I died before you descended upon the good…and bad citizens of Salem. I have been given the task of showing you... what you once were. Why you have become such a cold hearted man. I am The Ghost of Christmas Past…
Tune in tomorrow to find out WHO the ghost is.
More of Sami, Rafe, Chloe, and Philip.
A glimpse of other lives in Salem
To be continued…