The Legend of Hell House Page #4

This energy is a field of

electromagnetic radiation.

- EMR.

- Exactly.

All living organisms emit this energy.

Such power must saturate

its environment.

Is it any wonder Hell House

is this way?

Consider the destructive

residual energy...

...which has been poured into it.

In essence...

...the house is a giant battery...

...whose energy is tapped

by those who enter.

But that energy is

what we survive with after death.

No, the residue I speak of...

...has nothing to do

with surviving personalities.

Emeric Belasco's spirit

does not prowl this house.

Neither does his son.

Or any of the other entities

you believe yourself in contact with.

There is one thing only in this house:

Mindless, directionless power.

You're so wrong, Dr. Barrett.

You cannot destroy a spirit.

All you'll do is send it

from one hell to another.

No, Miss Tanner.

I'm right.

My machine will fill the house...

...with a massive

countercharge of radiation...

...which will reverse

and dissipate its polarity.

And Hell House will be exorcized.

I see.

There's nothing else to do then.

Thank God

she didn't know what to smash.

I should be flattered.

Her attack on the reverser

was her ultimate tribute to it.

She knows I'm right,

and there was nothing else to do.

That's what she said.

She had to destroy my beliefs

before they could destroy hers.

Daniel?

You must leave before it's too late.

Soon you'll be sent

from this hell to another.

Where is Miss Tanner?

She was lying over there.

Why didn't you watch her?

You tricked me.

God help me, you tricked us all.

Quickly.

You'll have to open yourself

to it, Mr. Fischer.

Try. I guarantee

there will be no trouble.

Well?

He's startled

because there's nothing to pick up.

- Is it really over, Lionel?

- Yes, it's over.

Done. Finished.

- I can't believe it.

- I know.

Do you mind if I say I told you so?

What a pity Miss Tanner had to die

when the answer was so close.

Barrett, the house is clear!

It is completely clear!

And I called that machine

a pile of junk!

Get some rest. I want to check

my readings. I haven't had a chance.

This is impossible.

I don't accept this.

I do not accept this!

Lionel?

In here.

Here.

I'm sorry.

Lionel...

Please get me out of here. Please.

I'm not leaving.

- I'm going back to the chapel.

- No. You can't.

You don't know

what it's like in there.

I have to.

No, you don't.

There's no reason to go back there.

None.

Ann, listen.

I have to.

It's for Florence.

It's for your husband.

If I leave Hell House now...

...my whole life is going

to be a failure.

You can't solve it.

It cannot be solved.

You're gonna die.

Like Lionel.

Like Miss Tanner.

Then I will.

It's here.

The entire house is clear...

...except for this one place.

But why?

Why?

Belasco.

That's what the B

inside the circle means.

She was trying to tell us...

...that it was only Belasco all along.

It isn't...

...mindless, directionless power.

It isn't multiple hauntings.

It's only one.

One entity pretending to be Daniel.

One entity pretending to be many

others. That's where the answer lies!

But what's the key?

What is the key?

Extremes and limits.

Terminations and extremities.

Oh, God.

Of course, that's what she meant.

Extremes.

Limits.

Legs!

Grace Lauter's spine and legs...

...shattered.

Dr. Graham...

...crawling.

Professor Rand...

...paralyzed.

Professor Fenley...

...crippled.

Florence's legs, crushed.

Your husband's...

If thine eye offend thee...

Oh, yes, yes, yes!

Belasco!

Whatever you do...

...do not interfere.

Belasco.

Here I am.

Destroy me if you can!

Don't leave the job half done!

We're here!

I'm here!

Kill me!

That's it.

That's it!

Tell me something, Belasco.

Why didn't you ever leave

this house when you were alive?

Why?

Did you despise the sunlight?

Was it better hiding in the shadows?

No one...

...could really see you then,

could they?

No one could find out

your secret then, could they?

You weren't a genius!

You were a deviant!

A sawed-off little bastard!

Your mother was a b*tch!

A whore!

You were a bastard!

A funny, little dried-up bastard!

You're no genius!

You're no roaring giant!

What size were you, Belasco?

Five foot two?

One?

I know!

You weren't even five foot tall!

Emeric Belasco.

The roaring giant.

Is it clear?

This is a special moment.

Meet Emeric Belasco.

Your husband did have

part of the answer.

Florence too and with her help...

...I finally found the last part.

That which Belasco's giant ego

could not face.

He so despised his own shortness

he had his legs cut off.

He wore those instead

to give himself height.

If thine eye offend thee,

pluck it out.

Maybe he was a genius after all.

Preserving his own body after death

doesn't make him a genius.

It's not his body

of which I'm speaking.

This is why your husband's machine

could not destroy his power.

These walls are sheathed with lead.

He built himself a fortress

to protect his spirit.

He knew what was coming

years before it came.

Your husband and Florence...

...helped rid this house of Belasco.

Let us hope that their spirits...

...guide him to everlasting peace.

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