The Making of 'The Haunting' Page #3

That's why there are

all the carvings.

He married the most beautiful

woman in town, called Rene,

and he built her this house,

or at least some of it.

God, it sounds like

a fairy tale or something.

But that's where the fairy tale ends.

Hugh and Rene

would have no children.

They all died at birth.

Then, a few years later,

Rene, she passed away,

and Crain became

a total recluse.

But he kept on building,

adding room upon room.

It's as if he was-- he was building a

home for the family he would never have.

No one had seen

Crain for years.

But the townspeople said

that sometimes at night...

they could hear sounds

coming from the old house.

Sounds of children.

So sad.

- Ooh !

-Jesus Christ !

Christ, I need a drink.

I think there's more to that story.

I can feel it.

I-It's all around us.

It's in the ceiling.

It's in the walls.

It's in the furniture.

It's in this.

- Mary !

- Oh,Jesus. Oh, no.

- Oh,Jesus Christ.

- All right.

What happened ?

Let me see. Oh, my God !

- Keep your hand away from it.

- Don't touch it.

- What were you doing ?

- This'll stop the blood

from getting into her eye.

Mary, we're going to get you

to the hospital straightaway.

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be okay.

Come on.

Three steps.

Please!

It's all right. It's all right.

- Careful. Be careful.

- Here's the gate key to get back in.

You have my cell number. Call me

the second you've spoken to a doctor.

- All right, Dr Marrow.

- Hey, I want you guys

back as soon as possible.

- Okay, Mary ?

- Okay.

You'll be all right.

She almost lost her eye.

Almost.

Luke, there's something

about the house,

about Hugh Crain

that I didn't say.

- May I ask you not to tell the women ?

- Yeah, yeah.

- It's just I didn't want

the tests disturbed.

- Okay, sure.

Hey, you guys, wait up.

Okay. You guys wanna hear something

really scary ? I just found this out.

Turns out there's a darker chapter

to the Hugh Crain fairy tale.

Remember his lovely wife,

Rene ?

Well, Rene, the town beauty,

she didn't just die. She killed herself.

- Really ? He just told you that ?

- Yes.

And you can't say anything,

'cause he actually swore me to secrecy.

-Why did she kill herself?

-Well, there are the stillborn children,

although I like to think

it was more sinister,

like maybe Hugh Crain was

a horrible monster and drove her to it.

Monster ? But he built this house

for the woman that he loved,

like the Taj Mahal.

The Taj Mahal wasn't a palace.

It was a tomb.

And equally overdone.

- Why didn't he tell us ?

- Maybe he doesn't trust women.

Yeah.

I think that's probably it.

I think he knew that your fragile,

delicate sensibilities--

After all, you know, I'm a man.

I can handle this kind of--

How'd she kill herself?

He didn't say.

Oh, and ladies,

sleep tight.

Jesus.

After dinner and the first bland history

of Hill House successfully relayed,

Miss Vance appears most susceptible

to suggestive history,

evincing a strongly sentimental reaction

to the love-story component.

Mr Sanderson, who tested at the bottom

of the Mogel Reliability Scale,

was given the second part

of the story.

When he passes the story on,

the experimental haunting fiction...

should manifest itself

within the group.

And dear Mary

almost lost an eye.

I like the way

you comb your hair like that.

Here. This is for you.

- For me ?

- Yeah.

It's beautiful.

- No, I'll-- I'll do it.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

Mm-hmm.

- Looks good on you.

- Mm-hmm.

You've been out of the world

a long time, haven't you ?

Yeah.

Well,

the world's missed you.

Happy tossing and turning.

Eleanor.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord

my soul to keep.

If I should die

before I wake,

I pray the Lord

my soul to take.

- God ! You scared the f--

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, you gotta be careful.

- Are you all right ?

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, no, no, no.

You just don't jump out--

- Are you all right ?

- Uh, yeah. N-N-No. Oh !

- What's with the, uh, glove ?

- What ?

- What's with the glove ?

- No, I couldn't sleep.

I was just-- Insomnia.

- What's with--

- Ah, well--

- Yeah, you gotta be careful, 'cause I--

- I wasn't. I was just--

No, I know.

I'm sorry. I just--

- Oh !

- Um, interesting group, huh ?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was good.

Kind of-- I like Theo.

She's...

quite an insomniac.

Well, uh, listen, you should try

and get some sleep, huh ?

- Yeah, that's a good idea. All right.

- Okay. See you tomorrow.

- All right.

There's some good hallways that way.

- Uh-huh.

- How's this one ?

- Not bad.

- Good. Good.

- See you tomorrow.

Okay.

Coming, Mother.

I'm coming.

Nell! Nell!

Nell ! Nell !

- What is it ?

- I don't know.

- Where's it coming from ?

- It's everywhere.

Oh, my God.

What's happening ?

- Can you feel it, Nell?

- Mm-hmm.

The cold, can you feel it ?

Nell, can you feel it ?

Oh.

Nell ?

It's moving.

It's over.

It's over, right ?

Nell, come back here.

- Come back here !

- No, it's in my room.

It's in my room.

You guys all right ?

- Hey, is everything okay ?

- Oh, God.

It's Luke.

Hey, is everything okay ?

- You guys all right ?

- Luke ! Oh, God.

- What's going on ?

- Did you hear it ?

- Yeah, I just heard it. I--

- W-W-Was it part of the experiment ?

- Was what part of the experiment ?

- The noise !

- What did you hear ?

- Theo, all I heard was you screaming,

"Luke, help me, please."

I wasn't screaming for you.

- It was in my room,

and then it went into Nell's room.

- Here, let me look.

- Are there any lights ?

- Yes.

I don't-- I don't see anything.

I don't hear anything.

Wow, I sort of got screwed

on the old bedroom selection.

Every room's, like,

four times as big as mine.

Is that it ? Is that what you heard ?

Well, I did just take a bath.

I mean, could've been.

Yeah, but then how do you explain

the breath and the cold ?

I don't know. A draft. Maybe someone

left a window open somewhere.

The cold,

who felt it first ?

- Oh, I think it was me.

- What difference does it make ?

Well, Eleanor, if it was you,

did you say Theo ?

- Theo, if it was you, did you--

- Look, I don't need anyone

to tell me I'm cold.

Let's blame it on the old plumbing

then, huh ? What else could it be ?

Well, if you don't need me any more,

I guess that's it.

- My job is done. Good night.

- Good night, Luke.

- Yeah, me too.

- Yeah.

- Will you two be all right ?

- Yeah.

You really

didn't hear anything ?

No.

Eleanor.

Eleanor.

Find us, Eleanor.

Oh, Eleanor.

Find us.

Okay.

These carvings

are really creepy.

All these fat little cherubs

and angels with furry animals.

It's really bizarre,

I think.

I think they're the children

Hugh Crain built the house for.

I don't buy that for a second--

that Hugh Crain

was this lovable old tycoon...

with a soft spot

for kids.

The guy was obviously

running a sweatshop.

Had children working

and then he builds

all this crap as propaganda.

It's like those Teletubbies.

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