The Last House on Cemetery Lane Page #2

Synopsis: Screenwriter John Davies has grown tired of living in London and moves to an old manor house in a sleepy West Wales village to get out of the rat race. At first he enjoys himself, embracing the quieter pace of life and starting a relationship with his beautiful neighbour Cassie Konrad. But strange, unexplained occurrences begin to occur in the manor house. John discovers he is surrounded by a supernatural presence and begins to research the house's past, discovering secrets more terrible than he ever imagined. It is now up to John to right the injustices of the past and finally lay to rest the spirits which haunt the Last House on Cemetery Lane.
 
IMDB:
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Year:
2015
82 min
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than deal with those two.

Quite strict then.

Yeah.

So what about you?

What about me?

- Were your parents strict?

- No, not at all.

They just... sort of nudged me

in the right direction.

Gave me space to find

my own way, you know.

- That's really cool.

- Yeah, they were.

It's mad. My parents were together for

like forty years before they passed on.

Did everything together, those two.

Proper joined at the hip, they were.

Yeah, they even died

within a week of each other.

- Does that scare you?

- What? Dying?

No.

The prospect of ending up

with someone for that long.

No.

No, I don't think it does.

I mean, my parents were

together for decades.

They went through a lot of sh*t together

and came out on the other side, still in love.

I suppose I'd like to find a relationship

with that kind of commitment, you know.

Cool.

But I haven't always had the best luck

with women to be honest with you.

I can remember when me

and my last girlfriend broke up.

One of the last things said was,

"It's no one's fault."

But the truth is, that's one of those

great lies people tell themselves.

Someone's always at fault.

I guess for the best part

of that one, it was mine.

But you learn.

I know the mistakes I made. And...

I don't want to make the same mistakes

again, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.

So, what do you look for in a woman?

Good question.

I don't know.

Maybe someone...

Someone who I can be talking to...

in a packed restaurant or bar,

and look up and realize

that we've been talking for hours,

place is all cleared out.

And we didn't even realize,

because when we're together

it feels like we're the only

two people in the world.

God, that sounds cheesy.

No, it doesn't at all.

I always say it's...

It's not about material possessions

or who looks good on your arm at a party.

It's about what's in here.

Yes, it's so true.

So very true.

- So, do you wanna stay tonight?

- Not tonight.

You got to be somewhere, right?

No.

I just don't wanna spoil the night

by rushing into anything.

I understand.

I'll...

I'll see you soon.

I'll see you soon.

Night.

Hi.

Come in, do you want a cup of coffee?

I don't know, I just...

- I feel really embarrassed.

- Why?

What happened between us.

I don't normally kiss a guy

I've just met like that.

- I don't know what you must think of me.

- What do you mean?

- You must think I'm a slut or something.

- I don't think that at all.

I thought we had a great night

last night, just talking.

It's a rare thing these days.

I hope you really mean that.

I don't want you to think I'm some bimbo.

I felt we had a connection

and I went with it.

But I also don't want you to think

I'm some frigid little virgin either.

Now I think I've given you

the wrong impression both ways.

- What's so funny?

- You. It's just...

There's just no lying in you, is there?

You just lay your troubles out there

in the most sweetest, most truthful way.

That's what I liked

about you the other night.

Well, that's what I like

about you right now, in fact.

My insane vulnerability doesn't

make you want to run a mile then?

Nope. Do you know

I've started writing again?

- That's great.

- Yeah.

- I don't think it's a coincidence either.

- What do you mean?

You've awoken something in me, Cas.

You know, something that I thought

I had lost a long, long time ago.

So, what? Do you wanna come in?

I can't right now.

But what are you doing tomorrow?

I'll be here.

You can come around anytime.

Yeah, okay.

- So I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Hey, Cas.

- Yeah?

The...

The other night, do you know I was...

I was worried it was just

a one-time thing, you know.

Not for me, it wasn't.

Me neither.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Agnes?

Hello?

It's John Davies here.

Look, I'm staying downstairs.

Me and you really need to talk, yeah?

Agnes?

Agnes?

What happened to you, dolly?

You poor baby.

Do you know I think the woman upstairs

has come out of her room?

What makes you think that?

The record player's on every night.

Also, there's lots of stuff being moved

around the house, you know.

- Creeping you out, is it?

- Yeah. A little bit.

Maybe you should call the owner.

Yeah, I've been having some

pretty vivid dreams as well.

Like what?

Well, there was... there was one

where I was drowning.

And another freaky number

where I'm having my teeth knocked out.

Sounds like typical anxiety dreams.

What are you anxious about?

Is it just the woman upstairs or...

Well, I suppose that's...

strange enough, isn't it? But now...

Yeah, I was pretty anxious anyway.

That's why I came here.

London was getting me right down.

Too many people, too much

hustle and bustle, you know.

How come you chose this area?

I used to come down this way

all the time when I was a kid.

It's one of the great memories

I have with my parents, actually.

I can remember they used to

pick me up every Friday after school

and we'd just drive on down

to Saundersfoot, it was great.

It's lovely down there.

Yeah.

I can remember we used to have food

in that restaurant on the front.

You know, overlooking the beach.

Then I'd go play in those arcades.

Fantastic memories, they were.

- Sounds wonderful.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it really was.

You know, I went to London

for the work originally.

But truth be told, Cas, I'm really not

looking forward to going back there.

Well, at least you had your shot

at the Big Smoke.

I always thought about moving

to Cardiff or London,

- but I never did.

- What stopped you?

I'm your typical small town girl.

I dreamed of the bright lights

and the big city, but...

I could never make it happen.

I'm not bitter though.

Sometimes I think the way you're meant

to be, you're meant to be.

Well, you can be whatever

you want to be, Cas.

You don't have to go anywhere to achieve it.

You can make things happen right here.

You don't necessarily have

to work for anybody either.

You can just do it yourself. You just...

Yeah, you gotta believe, yeah.

You know, I make some

of my own jewelry, I thought...

I guess I hoped that I could

turn that into a business one day.

- Well, you should do that.

- It's not as easy as that though, is it?

I've got a creative mind,

but not much of a business one.

Then perhaps I could help you.

Well, I've produced some of my own films.

Maybe I could help you get into

the business mindset of things, yeah?

And why would you want to do that?

'Cause, Miss Konrad...

you have inspired me.

And I'd love to return the favor.

It'd be great.

- So the writing's going well then?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, it really is.

I came here to write a script

that means something to me, you know.

Something personal.

And I'm... I'm getting there.

I'm getting there.

I suppose... it's like the more I let go,

the freer my mind becomes, you know.

Then think of it this way.

It might be creepy living

with a strange woman upstairs, but...

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