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| Screengrab from The Curse of Frank Black — Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment, Inc. |
There is a Room in Frank Black’s head.
We all have rooms in our heads; it’s where we keep the things we don’t really want to think about. We go about our lives without giving much thought to what might be hiding in there. For most of us, it only adds a faint patina to our core being, an extra dimension, nothing more.
Frank, however, is different. Frank’s Room once waited for purpose with a sense of equal parts anticipation and dread, its edges intangible, fading into darkness. Now, on Hallowe’en night of Frank’s fifth year, it finds its first occupant.
Frank’s family had always whispered about him, that he might have inherited his mother’s ways. He’s so quiet, they said. So intense. And perhaps this intensity, this silence, has turned his gifts inward as well, because, while Mr. Crocell has not yet passed in the outside world, here, in the Room, he emerges fully formed.
Frank’s first ghost.
We all have rooms in our heads; it’s where we keep the things we don’t really want to think about. We go about our lives without giving much thought to what might be hiding in there. For most of us, it only adds a faint patina to our core being, an extra dimension, nothing more.
Frank, however, is different. Frank’s Room once waited for purpose with a sense of equal parts anticipation and dread, its edges intangible, fading into darkness. Now, on Hallowe’en night of Frank’s fifth year, it finds its first occupant.
Frank’s family had always whispered about him, that he might have inherited his mother’s ways. He’s so quiet, they said. So intense. And perhaps this intensity, this silence, has turned his gifts inward as well, because, while Mr. Crocell has not yet passed in the outside world, here, in the Room, he emerges fully formed.
Frank’s first ghost.
