House on Haunted Hill Page #23

EDDIE:

What?

PRITCHETT:

Okay -- I'll admit it: I'm totally,

clinically insane. But I'm still the

only one who actually got a check

tonight. It's yours -- if you just get

me the hell out of here now.

EDDIE/SARA

You got yourself a deal.

They exit the room, heading for the stairs, not looking back

at Price's corpse for a second. Beat. And then, emerging from

the shadows, strolls EVELYN who walks over to her husband's

body, talking to it:

EVELYN:

Steven, you poor, absolutely clueless

geek. All it would've taken was a simple

divorce -- and ripping our pre-nup to

little pieces.

She kneels down next to the bioody corpse, whispers:

EVELYN:

But no matter how it ended, please know

just one thing:
from that first moment I

set eyes on you, I've always loved...

your money. You, personally -- well,

frankly just the sight of you has always

turned my stomach.

A HAND suddenly lashes out and grabs her hard by the

throat.

VOICE:

Is that a fact, Princess?

EVELYN'S EYES widen in horror as she chokes out a GASP: The

hand belongs to STEVEN PRICE, and he literally picks her up

by her neck and brings her to her feet.

PRICE:

Well, you could have saved us all a

great deal of time, not to mention

money, if you'd just let me in on it

years ago.

With his free hand, he rips off his shirt -- and the blood-

squibbed Kevlar vest underneath it.

PRICE:

This kind of special effects crap

doesn't come cheap -- and I had to pay

out of pocket! No write-offs here!

He begins moving toward her. She instinctively backs away,

slowly being cornered in an alcove.

EVELYN:

How --

In the alcove is a door -- a very familiar door -- the sealed

steel portal leading to Vannacutt's body dump. The metal is

so corroded its surface is misshapen with rust.

PRICE:

-- you must be kidding. You're talking

to Steven Price -- every place you've

gone, every person you've seen, every

word you and Blackburn ever said to each

other:
bugged, taped, seen and heard as

it happened!

He squeezes tighter, now with both hands; she can barely

breathe.

EVELYN:

Steven --

PRICE:

-- anything, sweetheart, you need only

speak --

EVELYN:

-- what...are...you...going...to --

PRICE:

-- just what you wanted everyone here

to believe in the first place: I'm going

to murder you, Evelyn, with the greatest

of pleasure --

EVELYN:

-- wit...nesses --

PRICE:

-- witnesses to what? You're already

dead, Evelyn! Happy Birthday, baby --

-- and before Evelyn can even let out a gasp, he's SLAMS her

up against a door.

Her body smacks against the rusted metal with a rotted CRACK!

The "solid" door EXPLODES inward in a shower of rust. The

rest of the door drops with a thud from its moldy hinges,

sending Price and Evelyn hurtling down with it, into the

room.

INT. DECAYING ROOM

Stunned for a moment Evelyn and Price suddenly become aware

that there is another presence in the room:

something DARK -- CHURNING -- TERRIBLE.

EVELYN'S EYES look across the floorboards: the DUST on the

floor stands up on end and starts to move like metal filings

being pulled by a magnet.

EVELYN:

Steven...? Are you doing that?

A dazed Price pulls himself to his feet, he can only hold the

cut that the fall has opened on his forehead and stare at the

movement on the floor.

PRICE:

No...

EVELYN:

No. OhmyGod, Pritchett was right --

The house IS haunted.

EVELYN tries to right herself. Price's EYES fix on the wall

behind her, trembling.

PRICE:

Evelyn... Get up... NOW!

EVELYN:

Steven??

She turns and follows his gaze:

A CREEPING DARKNESS is gathering on the wall behind her.

PRICE:

It's the Patients -- the Evil -- we've

released it --

Price tries to move, but he can't -- just stands there,

paralyzed with the surreal horror of it all.

EVELYN scrambles to her feet. Price backs up in horror.

EVELYN:

NO -- !!

Evelyn BOLTS for the door. She doesn't get far. Because,

suddenly THE CHURNING SHADOWY MASS springs forward! Grabbing

Evelyn and SLAMMING her back against the wall.

She tries to cry out -- but the dark shape on the wall has

begun to ENGULF her, literally corroding her flesh!

BLACK TENDRILS like acid-tipped vines, scuttle all over

her, eating every inch of her body: Her TEETH drop from

their gums, her EYES rot out of their sockets, her RIBS

sizzle from her chest -- until she no longer has solid

human form --

She's just a flat, silent-screaming image burnt/etched flush

into the wall -- just like the gruesome images Melissa Marr

saw through her Camcorder, "painted" on the corridor walls

outside Vannacutt's operating room.

Price, every limb shaking, backs out of the room into the --

INT. BASEMENT - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

-- his eyes shooting every which way in fear of God-knows-

what new nightmare -- it doesn't take long. Subtle at first

-- glimpses caught out of the corner of his eye -- of SHADOWS

in the room seeming to move:

-- PHFT! -- on the ceiling -- Price whips his head up --

-- PHFT! -- did he see something on the rear wall -- ?

-- PHFT! -- motion from a corner of the floor --

THEN all the SHADOWS IN THE ROOM - begin to move together

toward the center of the room -- coalescing into one huge

MASS OF DARKNESS.

Price doesn't hang around to see what happens next -- he

bolts from the room -- only to smack right into: AN OLD

RUSTED MEDICAL CABINET that swings open to reveal inside one

of its doors:
a 1920's vintage ANATOMICAL CHART with all the

human organs and parts cut up and re-arranged so that they

are displayed alphabetically, viewing top-to-bottom.

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