House by the Cemetery Page #2

[Lucy] Thank you very much.

Not at all.

My pleasure.

Well, I hope you enjoy your stay...

and your research, Mr. Boyle.

[ Norman ] Thank you.

I hope so too.

And don't worry. As soon as I get back

to town, I'll find you that babysitter.

That's very kind of you.

-If there's anything else, you know where to find me.

[Norman]

Okay.

Damn tombstones.

Well, house in the woods, quiet.

Yeah, right.

Shades of Walden Pond.

Norman?

Yeah?

This house is exactly like the one

in the old photo... in New York.

Yes, it's possible.

It's a typical example

of the local architecture.

There are probably hundreds

of houses like it in the area.

You ready?

Don't you want to unload the car?

You got six months

to contemplate nature.

[Grunting]

[Bob Imitating Engine]

And they're on the starting line!

[Imitating Engine]

And they're revving up!

[Imitating Engine]

And they're off!

[Imitating Engine]

[Bob Continues,

Indistinct] [Sighs]

There we go.

Now we have water

in the kitchen.

You know,

[ Exhales]

I was thinking, maybe Bob and I

should have stayed in New York.

Oh, for God's sake.

Again?

Stop with this. Please.

[Clicks Tongue]

Yeah. After all, six months

goes by real quick, doesn't it?

Hey, come on.

Don't you remember?

We decided

it would be a vacation.

I do my research, and you and Bob-

you can go out. It's beautiful.

Great place for a vacation, isn't it?

[Sighs]

Listen, honey.

It means another

$5,000 per year.

Do you realize?

We can refurnish

the apartment in New York.

What's the matter?

It's only a doll.

[Clattering] Bob's always

bringing home that trash!

You're just tired, darling.

You really should take those pills

Joe Baker prescribed.

Why do you keep telling me

to go on with those pills?

I feel fine. I never felt better.

They'll calm down your nerves.

My nerves are fine

the way they are!

And besides, I read somewhere that those

pills can provoke hallucinations.

[Bob Imitating Engine]

Are you sure?

Well.

You can't say

the house isn't quaint.

I guess this must be the cellar.

And Mrs. Gittleson had the

door nailed shut. Quaint.

Say the word,

and I'll open it for you.

No. Go and fix the rooms first.

Tonight I'd rather sleep in a real bed.

Wouldn't you?

[Bob Imitating Engine]

All right.

[Thud]

[Motor Whirs]

Bob.

Bob! Look, it's time

for your nap, honey.

No! I want to play!

Don't whine.

[Toy Car Whirring]

[Toy Car Crashes]

[Wheels Whirring]

Hi.

Are you Mrs. Boyle?

Yes.

Mrs., uh- Mrs. Gittleson

sent me over.

I'm Ann,

the babysitter.

[Birds Chirping]

[Distant Howling]

[ Footsteps Approaching]

[ Floorboard Creaking]

[Distant Howling]

[Creak]

[Crying, Faint]

[Crying Continues]

[Creak]

[Crying Continues]

[Heavy Breathing]

[Creaks]

[Crying Continues]

[Whimpers Softly]

[Creaking]

[Soft Creaking]

[Creaking]

[Creaking, Clattering]

[Creaking Continues]

- Ann?

- [ Gasps]

No, hon, it's all right.

You keep the car.

But you'll need it to get home.

Really, it's okay. I can take a bus.

But they only leave once an hour,

and you'll have the groceries.

I don't have much to get,

and I feel like a walk.

Who can argue?

Okay, I'll keep the car. Hi.

Who was it?

Mrs. Gittleson.

She didn't see me.

Or she turned the other way

on purpose.

Or maybe you need glasses.

Maybe.

Are you on top of it?

Yeah. I feel a little bit better now that

I know that Ann's looking after Bob.

A candlelight dinner.

Okay.

[Sighs]

In the last two months...

not only did he come in less and less,

but he acted differently.

I had the impression he, uh, was

growing obsessively jealous of Sheila.

Dr. Boyle?

Yeah?

You will pardon my indiscretion.

Please.

What was he so eager

to discuss with you back then?

Back when?

When you came to visit him with your daughter.

Don't you remember?

Last October, I think it was.

I never paid a visit

to Dr. Petersen.

In fact, this is the first time

that I've set foot in this town.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course. Positive.

And then, I have a son,

not a daughter.

Strange. I could have sworn-

Mr. Wheatley, you called me.

Ah! Our precious Daniel Douglas.

If you need any books, documents,

reference material of any kind,

feel free to call on

our Mr. Douglas.

Thank you.

[Clears Throat]

Everything's the way

Dr. Petersen left it.

Those are his notes.

I didn't dare move any of his material.

[Chuckles]

[Clears Throat]

Are you going to carry on

Dr. Petersen's research?

Of course. [Chuckling] Well,

over here you'll find

all the medical reports,

death certificates

and lists of missing persons.

What did Petersen

need that material for?

[Chuckling]

I don't know.

He asked me to get it.

I told him that-

[Clears Throat]

the, uh, material

wasn't pertinent.

And?

And... he answered...

that he was doing

a little private research.

[ Mutters]

Do you know anything about it?

No. But knowing Petersen,

I'm sure it's something fascinating.

[Clears Throat]

Well-

[Chuckles]

If you need me,

I'm in the next room.

Thank you.

You know where, uh,

he hanged himself?

There.

From that railing.

Do you know

who that lady is, Bob?

She was the wife

of Dr. Freudstein.

Who's Dr. Freudstein?

Oh, and it's all a lie.

What's all a lie?

She's really not buried there.

Oh, I know.

She's not buried here.

[ Thinking ]

"June 7, 1879.

Dr Jacob Allan Freudstein is hereby

suspended from the medical association...

and banned from practicing

the medical profession for life. "

[Hollow Thud]

[Sighs]

[Clattering]

[Gasps]

[Screeching]

[Gasps]

[Creaking, Clattering]

[Creaking]

Bob?

Ann? Is that you?

Bob?

Ann?

Bob!

[Pounding]

Ann!

[Pounding]

[Child Crying]

Norman-

[Creaking, Clattering]

[Moaning]

Ann?

[Crying Continues]

[Clattering Continues]

[Low Growling]

[Clattering]

[Objects Shattering]

[Low Moaning]

[Screaming]

[Screaming Continues, Stops]

[ Door Opens, Closes]

Yoo-hoo!

I'm home.

Lucy?

Lucy?

[Lucy Sobbing]

[Sobbing Continues]

Lucy! What in God's name-

What's wrong?

Lucy.

Lucy.

[Sobbing Continues]

[Curtains Flapping]

[Heavy Breathing]

Hi.

How do you feel?

Hmm. Better.

Have Bob and Ann come back?

Not yet.

Why can't we get something else from Mrs.

Gittleson? [Chuckles]

I mean, this house is so strange.

Sure, I can deal

with a graveyard next door,

but to live with a tomb

in your hallway?

It's just something

you'll have to get used to.

This ain't New York.

I know.

Most of the old houses

in the area have tombs in them.

Really.

No kidding?

It's because in the winter

it freezes here. Is that so?

Yeah, and the yard being like a rock,

they bury Grandpa at home.

No more ghost talk now, huh?

I've got a surprise for you. What is it?

I did some clever scrounging,

and, well, darling,

now we try to solve

the cellar door mystery.

So-

NO.

[Chuckles]

[Clicks Tongue]

Now let's see.

[Ann] We're home, Mrs. Boyle.

[ Bob] Daddy! Daddy!

You're back from work!

Hey!

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