House of Bones Page #4

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of scurvy could be my last.

Get out, you son of a b*tch!

You know what?

Show some self-respect

and torch this thing.

Jesus, I never should

have left Los Angeles.

Huh.

Aw.

Disgusting.

My suitcase!

My suitcase!

It's famished.

I got to get out of here.

Okay, so the house is haunted

by a lot of ghosts.

Some intelligent, some residual.

But it also seems

like the house itself is alive

or possessed or whatever.

The dominant presence

isn't in the house.

It is the house.

Well, then how did it

get that way?

Desmond Delacroix.

Who?

Great.

Somebody else

that doesn't do any research.

Follow me.

Desmond Delacroix passes away

after 37 years on Wicker Lane.

The story goes that he was

obsessed with eternal life,

and he used his slaves to pursue

this obsession in the dark arts.

He practiced witchcraft

on his slaves.

Voodoo.

Well, he did die.

But the story goes,

the evil lived on...

for centuries, in fact.

The last owner

passed away in 1941,

and there wasn't

any violence until 1950,

when that boy I was

telling you about

wandered onto these grounds.

Samuel Lewton.

That's the okra farmer...

All that stuff in the kitchen.

Victor Jacques Tournier.

Yeah, he was a sort of...

Tool maker.

Those are his tools in the attic.

Right.

The other owners were

Robert Webster Wise,

a preacher...

Abraham Marker...

He was from Utah.

Occupation, violinist.

And a judge with

a taste for botany,

Justice Radcliff.

The greenhouse.

Let me show you something else.

I found this in here earlier.

It chronicles the history

of the house.

According to this,

Delacroix made his slaves

bury the bodies

of their dead relatives

in the foundation and the walls.

Looks like it was a way

to build psychic capacity.

He found a way to store

and generate psychic energy,

and then the other owners,

he influenced them.

Influenced them?

Or possessed them?

What's the difference?

So are we saying

that this house is alive?

Is that what I think it is?

A house of bones.

Tom, this is Quentin.

For the fifteenth time,

answer the phone.

This place better have a shower.

So if it is alive,

we can kill it.

Yeah, like,

rip its heart out...

But where's the heart?

And that's assuming it's got

the anatomy of a human.

Well, these plans the city gave us

are going to help us.

- The bone was brittle.

- So?

If one room's unhealthy,

the whole house is.

It's like it hasn't been fed.

So why's it keeping Bub alive?

Maybe it wants more.

These plans are all wrong.

This one's plans for

a whole 'nother house.

It's going to put you

on the right track, though.

We need to find the plans

to this house, the blueprints.

And they've got to be in this house.

Okay.

We'll conduct a search.

But nobody goes alone.

Right. We'll go top to bottom.

Greg, you and I

will do the searching.

Simon, you stay downstairs.

You're going to be

our eyes and ears.

Heather, you stay with Simon,

and just keep doing whatever

it is that you've been doing.

Okay, we're going to be on the radio.

The house is wired.

We do have that to our advantage.

The house is going

to try to manipulate you.

If anything happens,

just trust reality.

Stand your ground.

Yeah. Don't do anything stupid.

What are we looking for, anyway?

Blueprints. They're going

to be rolled up in tubes,

just like posters.

Well, well, well.

Glad you can make it.

Let me introduce you

to this beautiful single-family home

on a lovely tree-lined street

that you should call home.

Well, well, well.

Glad you can make it.

Oh, my God.

They're all around me.

They're...

They're all around me.

Just keep breathing.

They won't hurt you.

Glad you can make it.

Let me introduce you

to this beautiful single-family home

on a lovely tree-lined street

that you should call home.

They can't hurt me.

They can't hurt.

Tom!

Tom! Tom!

Let me introduce you

to this beautiful single-family home

on a lovely tree-lined street

that you should call home.

Well, well, well.

Glad you can make it.

Tom!

You got to come up, man.

Somebody.

Oh, God.

We're going downstairs

to check on them.

- Simon.

- Just stay here.

- Well, well, well. Glad you can make it.

- Tom!

Let me introduce you

to a stunning home,

perfect for you and the in-laws

on this immaculate

tree-lined property.

This house can be yours.

This house can be yours.

This house can be...

Open. Come on.

Come on.

Tom!

Greg?

Greg, are you all right?

Simon?

Tom?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, oh, God.

Please! Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Who's got the gun?

Help him.

Simon, Simon.

Let me see.

Stop.

Stop.

Please, please.

Oh, God.

No.

No.

What happened to you?

Ghost on meat hooks.

I jumped out of the window

to get away,

but I don't think

it's going to let us leave.

I got hypnotized by

a realty commercial.

Don't ask.

I got my eye drilled out

by Chucky.

Had to deep-six him.

But that's cool.

Look what I got.

This is too much.

Lovely.

I hate haunted houses.

That's a bit creepy.

I don't get paid enough for this.

Got to get a shot of this.

That is hilarious.

Can't be.

Disgusting.

Oh, no.

Tom!

Are we both seeing Quentin?

Yeah.

Whatever we do,

we cannot let him in here.

Okay, how do we keep him out?

It hears us.

Quentin?

Is that you?

Who do you think it is?

The door's jammed.

Please, please, please,

tell me there's a working

shower in there

with hot water

and some fluffy towels.

Hey, what are you

doing here, man?

Well, for starters, my job.

Unfortunately.

Now? Here, tonight?

- Are you holding the door?

- Listen to me, man.

You can't come in here.

It's not safe.

It's dirty,

and there's a lot of smells.

You wouldn't like it.

And also,

the show, Sinister Sights,

it's finished.

Are you working

for the network now?

Actually, Quentin,

I'm looking after you.

Over budget on the last five episodes,

that's you looking out for me?

- Actually...

- You know what, if it wasn't for me,

you'd still be licking stamps

in the mail room right now.

Actually, Quentin, I've managed

to keep my job in spite of you.

You want to take

a look behind me, pal?

Maybe we can do this inside.

It's pouring.

You picked the wrong night

to play producer, pal.

Executive producer.

Now get Simon

to unstick this door.

Tell Greg to order some sushi.

Who's running this circus,

and why isn't anybody

answering their cell phones?

This house is not like the other houses.

Look. The main water line...

It's coming into the house

from a totally different point.

It's the old slave quarters.

It looks like they built over a well.

And why would anybody do that?

It's too visible.

The well is where they would

dump the bodies,

so they built over it.

The slave quarters.

Somebody is going

to have to talk to him.

Are you filming this?

- I am not in the mood.

- Just send him to the back door.

Simon, come on.

Quentin, listen, man,

this door is hopeless.

Go around the back.

In the rain?

You're going to buy me

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