Cellar Dweller Page #2

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Give the lady a cigar.

- Sn whit?

-...

The cylinder

holds six bullets.

You just fired one.

The rest of the

cells are empty.

That gun isn't even loaded.

You are very observant.

Very.

I want to thank

you all very much.

I can continue with

my scene now.

You've been very,

very helpful.

- Thank you.

- Oh, Norman, you fool!

(Mrs. Briggs):
You've

destroyed a work of...

- Lisa, what is that-

- That's Norman Michelsky.

Ex-private eye and

tomorrow's Raymond Chandler.

(laughter)

Sometimes he gets

blocked and he says

it helps to act things out

so we humor him.

(giggling)

I just treat it as an exercise.

(whirring)

Well, Whitney Taylor,

it's been a long time.

Not nearly long enough,

Amanda.

Still drawing the funnies?

Some people never

outgrow certain things.

Some things get

better with age, Amanda.

I've stuck with the drawing.

Of course you have.

I always knew you would.

You had such

a knack for kitsch.

I see you've changed

directions again.

When our paths

first crossed

you were, what, the reigning

queen of the sculpture world?

Then it was action

drawing, and, oh,

we can't forget your

stint as actress, can we?

You are a real Renaissance

woman, Amanda.

Well, careers are

organic, Whitney.

(ominous music)

What the hell is

she doing here?

The board of directors

fell in love with her.

We'll have to do something

about that, won't we?

You bet.

(thunder crashing)

(footsteps and snarling)

(frightening music)

(screaming)

(distant screaming)

(screaming intensifies)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming continues)

(screaming continues)

I'm sorry.

Did I wake you?

It's a great way to try

and cleanse out all the...

tension in my body.

I guess the others

are just used to it

and I'll have to he a little

bit more quiet for you.

(thunder rolls)

So what do you think

of our cosy college?

Well, the atmosphere

is nice, but, uh,

it's a bit stuffy

for my taste.

- You mean Amanda?

- Mm-hm.

I take it you two

are old friends.

Hardly.

I think that if I ever

had an enemy

in this whole world,

it would be Amanda.

We knew each other

in art school,

and she made every minute

of my first year miserable.

What do you mean?

Well, Amanda was the

hot thing on campus

when I first entered

the school.

Not that she was

very talented.

She was just great

at dazzling people

with all the bullshit.

(laughter)

Even though I was only

a first-year student,

my work ended up in

the same gallery show

as Amanda's and

I guess you could say

I garnered a bit more

attention than she did.

Amanda always

wanted everything,

even if it wasn't hers,

and, um...

she had a way

of taking things

that didn't belong to her,

and getting things that

she really did not deserve.

Mrs. Briggs has sure

warmed up to her.

Yeah, well like they say,

birds of a feather.

Anyway we're

not all that bad.

You get a chance to

talk to Phillip yet?

Yeah, he's a sweet kid.

(thunder crashes)

(giggling)

Oh, don't worry

about Mrs. Briggs.

Don't worry about Amanda.

Just keep busy and your

work will speak for itself.

Thank you, Lisa.

(eerie screech)

What is that?

That's the ghost

of Colin Childress.

Seriously, that's why the

cellar door is off limits,

is because he haunts the

scene of his gruesome crime.

Stop it.

Listen, I'm beat.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Okay, good night.

- Good night, kiddo.

(eerie moan)

(thunder crashes)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie music)

(Phillip):
Boo!

(Whitney screams)

on, God, Phillip,

you little sh*t!

I heard you love

to be frightened.

What are you

doing down here?

SWINE fin you.

Phillip, isn't it

past your bedtime?

(chuckling)

What are you

doing down here?

What the hell is this?

Phillip, this is the place

where Colin Childress

lived and worked.

Now according to the police,

thirty years ago he

butchered a woman

with an axe,

and then set

himself on fire.

And this guy's your idol?

Well, Phillip, I don't

believe he did that.

Then what happened,

Sherlock?

- They were murdered.

- How do you know that?

It's the only

logical explanation.

(eerie moan)

That must be, the, uh...

Pines, right?

It's the ghost of Colin Childress.

(snarls)

(Phillip chuckles)

Look, let's just

get out of here-

- No.

- okay, really.

No, Phillip, come on,

this place is great.

I think I just found the

ghost of Colin Childress.

What?

(ominous music)

Look at this.

Shoot.

What are you doing?

Don't open it.

(Phillip):
You never listen.

(coughing)

So much for this ghost.

This must have been

vacuum packed... Oh.

Oh; m?'

All this must have

belonged to Colin Childress.

Why do I have this feeling

that at any minute

he's going to come

back and claim it?

(Whitney gasps)

(mysterious music)

"Curses...

"of the Ancient Dead."

All the pages

are stuck together.

- Is... Is that...

- It's blood.

Great.

"He who has wisdom

wonders not of the Beast,

"for nothing in Hell lives

without man's consent.

"Woe unto you who

would give the Beast form.

"To contemplate evil

is to ask evil home."

I'm out of here.

That's it.

I don't see how anyone could

spend ten minutes down here,

let alone work down here.

Crazy.

(Mrs. Briggs):
No.

Absolutely not.

Why not?

Because I said so.

Well, that's not good enough.

You sneak around here

in the middle of the night

and invade an

off limits area

and you expect me

to grant you favors?

My dear, what you lack in

talent you make up for in nerve.

Mrs. Briggs, be reasonable.

Nobody is using the

cellar right now.

It's just collecting dust.

We can both benefit

if I work down there.

The room I'm using

now will be empty.

Then you can bring

in someone else,

and you won't

have to worry

about my displacing

a real artist.

Alright, Whitney, you win.

But if you don't like it

once you're down there,

you can only

blame yourself.

I won't change my mind.

(Amanda gasps)

Whitney... Hi.

(Mrs. Briggs):
Amanda.

I have a little

video project...

I'd like to

commission for you.

(upbeat music)

I've never done a

restoration before.

What do you think?

It's great.

- Yeah?

- It's great, yeah.

It's terrific.

Phillip, listen to this:

"It's part werewolf

and vampire,

"demon and ghost.

"It would tear your throat

open then drink your blond,

"and feast on your

still-warm brains."

- That's sick.

- It's terrifying,

but it's going to make

a terrific comic book.

In fact, I'm certain this is

what Childress was

working on when he died.

The roughs were probably

destroyed in the fire.

Thank God for

small favors, huh?

Now...

With the inspiration

of this ancient curse,

Whitney Taylor is going to

create the ultimate monster.

Good luck.

I'm off to create the

ultimate finger painting.

(faint growling)

(growling)

(thud)

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music)

(heavy breathing)

What the hell are you

doing down here?

Whitney...

I just wanted to see

what you were up to.

You've been so

secretive about it.

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