The Twilight Zone

Billy: (on the phone) Hurray for Peter Pan! That was a great story Grandma. Can I have a chocolate ice cream bar? Sylvia: Billy, who're you talking to? (takes the phone from him and listens) Billy: You broke my phone! (runs out) Sylvia: Chris! Chris: (running in) What is it? Sylvia: It was her! I heard her breathing!

Shirley: This is Mr. Peterson. Mr. Peterson: I've been sitting here shaking for 20 minutes because of what happened with your son. Chris: Well what did happen with Billy? Mr. Peterson: He ran out in front of my car, it's a good thing I'm a careful driver. You should talk to him about playing out in the street. Chris: Billy never plays out in the street. Shirley: He never played out in the street, that's why I didn't think anything of it when he went out to play. Mr. Peterson: When I asked him why he would do a thing like that, run out into busy traffic in front of an oncoming car, he said because somebody told him to do it. Shirley: I would never tell Billy to do anything like that, I swear. Chris: Who has he talked to this afternoon? Shirley: Nobody, he's been up in his room all day playing on that toy telephone.

Billy: (on the phone) Is it cold where you are? Can I come visit? Sylvia: Who're you talking to, Billy? Billy: Grandma, she wants me to come where she is. Can I go?

Grandma: Who are you? Chris: It's me, Chris, your son. Grandma: No, I have no son. My son was taken away from me by another lady. (to Billy) You are my son now.

(Closing Narration)
Narrator: A toy telephone, an act of faith, a set of improbable circumstances, all combine to probe a mystery, to fathom a depth, to send a facet of light into a dark after-region, to be believed or disbelieved depending on your frame of reference. A fact or a fantasy, a substance or a shadow, but all of it very much a part of the Twilight Zone.