House by the Cemetery Page #3

Guess what?

What?

Today I saw my new girlfriend again,

and Mae said to tell you Hi,

and also to Mommy.

Hey, what are you doing?

Well, I want to show Mommy there's,

um, nothing behind the door.

How about giving me a hand?

Sure.

Now this one didn't work.

You try it.

Did you see the girl

he was talking about?

[Norman Chattering]

NO.

[Lock Clicking]

But weren't you with him?

Yes. All the time.

Bob found it.

Only trouble is-

Thank you.

It's rusty as all get out.

[ Clicking, Scraping ]

Obviously Petersen

wasn't interested in cellars.

Must be years since-

[Squeaking]

[Lock Clicks]

Do you see anything?

Some old steps going down.

Should I come with you?

No. Stay with Bob.

[Clatters]

- [ Squeaking]

- [ Norman Screams]

Norman! Ann!

[Norman Groaning]

Why did you shout like that?

-It was just-

- [ Squeaking]

- [Screaming]

[Screaming Continues]

Norman, help me!

[Screaming]

Help!

[Norman Screams]

[Grunting]

Daddy! Daddy!

What's the matter?

- [ Squeaking Continues]

- [ Norman Grunting]

[Lucy Shrieks]

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

[Squeaking Continues]

[Grunting]

[Gasps]

Kill it!

[Norman Grunting]

[Screaming]

[Bat Screeching]

[Screeching Stops]

[Lucy Sobbing]

[Yawns]

I see. I'll tell Mrs. Gittleson.

And please tell her we want to

move out no later than tomorrow.

Yes, very well.

Well, will it be- be difficult

to find another house?

I can't really say,

but I don't think so.

Thank God for that. Don't forget

now- No later than tomorrow, okay?

Yes, very well.

I'll call Mrs. Gittleson...

We going?

And have her stop over

this evening.

Good-bye. [ Mutters]

[Bell Over Door Dings]

[Dialing]

[Line Beeping]

That Freudstein house.

No. No. Hm-mmm.

It was inevitable.

What?

That they'd want to leave

the Freudstein property.

[Sighs]

Oak Mansion, Harold.

How many times do I have to tell you

that house is now called Oak Mansion?

Yeah, give the bad product

a new label.

Well, call it what you will, but

it's always been Freudstein's house.

[Sighs]

[Woman]

Mae.

[Bird Chirping]

Mae.

Mae, we have to.

I suppose so.

What were you doing

by the window?

Watching the house is all.

You can't see it from here.

Come.

Time to go to bed.

[Buttons Snapping]

Don't go inside.

Not inside!

[ Doorbell Buzzes]

[Buzzing Continues]

Mr. Boyle?

Mrs. Boyle?

Is anybody home?

Mrs. Boyle?

[Clattering]

Ann?

Hello?

Ann?

Ann?

[Sighs]

[Man Exhaling]

[Rustling]

[Footsteps Running]

Mrs. Boyle?

Ann?

[Yells]

[Screams]

[Screeching]

[Heavy Breathing]

No!

[Whimpering]

No! No!

No!

[Man Wailing]

[Walling Continues]

[Screaming]

[Gasping]

[Gasping, Screaming]

[Flesh Squishing]

[Bones Cracking]

[Child Crying]

[ Wind whistling ]

[Birds Tweeting, Chirping]

[Yawning]

Good morning, Ann.

- Good morning.

- [Water Squishing, Dripping]

What are you doing?

I made coffee.

Hmm.

What a shame you didn't come

with us to the restaurant last night.

Well, at least your parents must have

been glad you paid them a visit, huh?

Do you live far from here?

Hmm?

[ Lucy]

Good morning, Professor.

Norman.

Yeah?

That girl Ann's a real weirdo.

I can't get a word out of her.

Mm.

Maybe she doesn't like me.

[Sighs]

Is it interesting?

What?

Did you find anything interesting?

I don't know.

Petersen was reading up

about a certain Dr. Freudstein,

turn-of-the-century surgeon,

who had a penchant for illegal

experiments. [Laughs]

And what did that have to do

with his historical research?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

The best guess

I can come up with...

is that Petersen was already

going off the deep end.

Honey.

Yeah?

That's why I have

to take a trip to New York.

Today?

Yeah.

[Clicks Tongue]

I need Muller's okay

to follow up a hunch.

Which is that Petersen's suicide

was somehow connected...

with his research

on the surgeon Freudstein.

[ Footsteps Approaching]

Ah.

I-I-it's you.

Surprised?

Well, it's Sunday, and I thought-

I know. What are you doing here?

[Clears Throat]

Nothing.

Just a routine check.

One of my duties is to check

all the wings of the library...

on Sunday

when we're closed.

I won't disturb you any longer.

Excuse me.

[ Door Closes]

[Grunts]

[Panting]

Got you.

Only because I fell.

Otherwise, you wouldn't

have come near me.

Where are you going?

I have to get home or Ann will yell at me.

Mom's gone shopping, and she still

thinks I'm up in my room napping.

No, Ann won't get mad.

I tell you, she will,

'cause Mommy told her I was not to go out.

Don't go in the house, Bob.

Don't worry. I'll just fake it a minute or two

and then sneak out again.

See ya.

- Wait for me!

- Under the oak!

Okay.

No, Bob, don't go inside.

I warned you not to.

[Petersen's Voice]

It's been days and days since I stopped work for this.

I can't eat. I can't sleep.

I can't stop now though.

I've got to.

[ Creaking ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Creaking gets louder]

I've lost all critical perspective.

The signs.

The warnings of this house.

Freudstein's house.

That anguished crying.

And Sheila smiles.

What can I do

to make her believe me?

Maybe I'm insane.

Yes. This is all unreal.

Freudstein's house

draws me like an infernal magnet..

And frightens me.

How many have wandered innocently

into the waiting spider web?

How many more are doomed to follow?

The smell of the rooms terrifies me...

and lures me on.

The smell of blood.

How many more are still to come?

Onward-

into the depths of this mystery.

I want to know- know the worst.

Onward-

to find out

Find out!

Freudstein.

His voice.

Is that his voice?

[Thunderclap]

Blood.

Blood!

Not only blood.

His Voice.

I can hear it now.

I hear it!

I hear it everywhere!

Sheila!

Do you believe me now?

Do you believe me?

[Sobbing]

No. No!

Sheila.

No!

No! Not the children!

No!

And they're on the starting grid

set for the big race, Yogi.

On your mark. Go!

[Imitating Engine]

[Engine Starts]

[Bob Imitating Engine]

And Bob Boyle

takes the lead!

[Imitating Engine Continues]

But car number two

bumps it off the track.

And he's back on again.

Norman.

Norman.

[Horn Honks]

[Toy Car Clattering]

Bob!

[Child Crying]

Where are you?

Answer me.

[Crying Continues]

Come on. Quit playing.

Bob?

[Crying Continues]

Are you down there?

Bob?

[Rattling]

You all right?

Um, you want me to-

You want me to come down

and help you?

Bob!

- [ Squeaking]

- [ Footsteps Running]

Is that you?

Bob?

[Crying]

Please, answer me.

- [ Door Creaking]

- [ Gasps]

[ Door Closes]

Bob! Open the door!

[Screams]

The door, Bob!

Open the door!

[Whimpering]

Mrs. Boyle, help me!

Open the door!

[Doorknob jiggling]

Bob, open the door!

Open the door!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Okay, Yogi,

we've gotta go rescue Ann.

Bob, open the door.

Help! Bob!

Oh, God! Open the door!

[Doorknob jiggling]

No!

No. No.

[Screaming]

[Bones Cracking]

Ann?

[ Lock Clicks]

[Door Creaking]

[Whimpers]

Ann!

Ann?

Ann!

[Thumping]

[Thumping Continues]

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