The Unnamable
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- Year:
- 1988
- 87 min
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It's all right. It's all right. It's only lightning.
It's all right.
Back to your room now.
It's all right.
Denizen of hell that you be,
I beseech you, be silent.
Be silent!
Hush and listen to my words.
For I would that some day you might walk in
the light of day and sit at the tables of men.
You can come out now.
Come out.
Saints preserve us.
- Hurry it up.
- Yes, sir.
It was not human, which did this.
Shh.
The sooner he's in the ground,
the sooner we'll be left in peace.
Leave it be. Seal this house.
The light of day must never enter it again.
As you wish, Mr Craft.
May what horror hides here be consigned
behind these walls for all eternity.
Blessed be all our mortal souls.
It's not right to bury
an old warlock by sacred ground.
Go on. It makes no difference.
Dead is dead.
With this one, I am not so sure.
And that was the tale
told by Cotton Mather,
the clergyman author,
in his volume on New England legends.
My story begins 50 years later, when a local
boy stole into the house, and to the attic.
What he saw reflected
in the glass of the attic window,
of the unnamable creature,
which stared out of it for so many years,
turned his hair instantly grey.
He ran screaming from the house
to be found wandering mindlessly
in the nearby forest some days later
by a woodcutter.
The boy never regained his sanity.
When questioned,
he fell in the screaming fits,
rather than attempt to describe
the unmentionable thing
he had seen locked
in the glass of the attic window.
Carter, this constant talk about unnamable
and unmentionable things is childish.
But, Joel, there are things
in this universe so horrific
that the mind is unable to conceive of them.
Wrong. Everything can be
conceived and described,
either through scientific prose
or mathematical equation.
And that is a smug answer, but it is one
to be expected from a science major.
- It's common sense.
- It's just a story, right?
You haven't heard of Randolph Carter?
Miskatonic University's
best-published student.
At least three magazines grace the world
with his rubbish horror stories.
Really? I had some poetry published...
- You know it's more than that.
- OK, Carter.
Images embedded in glass I can accept
only because it is possible according
to the laws and principles of radiation.
- But unnamable?
- I give up.
I wonder as to what
unmentionable nourishment
those roots must be sucking from that tomb.
Carter, they haven't had
a burial here in over 1 00 years.
What do you think the boy saw
in the window pane?
- It cannot be described.
- You're so full of it.
- The story is true, Joel.
- Do you think we're idiots?
Of course not, but it is based upon a diary
written by one of my ancestors
who lived not a mile
from where we are sitting now.
- It was his son who went mad.
- Jesus, Carter.
It's just a bunch of old wives' tales.
Is it? Two separate sources. Cotton Mather,
a moderately-sane clergyman and author
and my ancestor's diary.
Both claim the tale to be true.
Obviously, one based his story on
the other's. Or you made them both up.
You admit it is possible for a piece of glass
to retain the image of someone
who sits in front of it for a long time.
- Sure.
- But for centuries, it was an old wives' tale.
- A superstition until science proved it fact.
- So if I sit in front of a window...
That doesn't mean
that this creature actually lived.
Forget the creature. What about the house?
If all this is real, where's the house?
- It's still there.
- OK. You take us there, Carter.
Glass or no glass,
I tell you it's a bunch of bullshit.
In fact, I dare you to show me the house.
Well, Joel, you've seen it. It's right there.
Gentlemen, there is a third local tale
that tells...
Give it!
- That's a bat!
- I got it. We'll spend the night there.
Ha! Right.
Well, why not?
Sh*t, let's get out of here.
No way. If Carter here thinks
he can scare us with his tall tales,
it's up to us to prove he's full of it.
Joel, trust me. It's all true.
Well, then, prove it.
Scientific inquiry is the ultimate road, Carter.
To famous disasters. I for one will not risk
tampering with forces that dangerous.
Come off of it, Carter.
How much melodrama can you shovel out?
"Forces that dangerous."
How about you, Howard? Are you game?
Uh, I don't know, Joel.
I think the whole thing's a waste of time.
In other words,
our freshman colleague is chicken.
Come on, Joel. It's just a story. Right?
Don't look at me. I'm too smart
to be conned by a stupid dare.
- You're acting like a couple of little girls.
- Wait a minute.
Cowards!
What are we going to do?
I for one am going back
to the university and a warm bed.
You coming?
Hey! You coming?
Uh, Carter...
Carter, we really should convince him
Not that anything's gonna happen.
Legends are stories that are told and retold
till most of the original meaning has gone.
But there usually is some original meaning.
Something started those stories.
But it might have a simple explanation.
It might, but l, for one,
don't care to press my luck.
JoeI'll be back in the morning to call us
cowards and I can live with that.
- Oh. Carter, hi.
- Hello, Wendy.
- Hi, Wendy.
- Could you help with Angelie's assignment?
- I don't know what he's talking about.
- Sure. I'll be at the library tomorrow.
Where else would anyone find you?
See you.
Howard, Joel will be all right.
I just hope he scares the hell out of himself.
Wendy?
Look, if I did anything to offend you...
I don't think you could.
Don't follow me around like a puppy.
- I don't.
- Stop calling me.
Well, I just thought maybe
we could go out some time.
Howard, read my lips.
I danced one dance with you. That was all.
That's all there ever will be.
- So stop following me around.
- I'm not following you.
Uh, you just shouldn't walk alone at night.
I can take care of myself.
Sh*t.
Carter?
Howard?
Is that you?
Well, I don't scare that easy, guys.
Carter?
This isn't funny.
What's wrong with me?
What have I got to be afraid of?
Ah, what the hell?
I know you're up there, Carter.
I'm gonna get you.
Carter?
Howard?
Argh!
Uh-oh.
- Carter!
- Shh.
Carter...
- Carter, what about Joel?
- Just a second.
Do you mind?
What about Joel?
He hasn't come back. I checked the dorm.
- He's probably at the gym or with Vicki.
- No, she hasn't seen him either.
Carter, this is serious.
He hasn't been seen since last night.
We are the last people to have seen him.
- You don't have to be melodramatic.
- What if he's trapped in that house?
Or broke his leg and can't get help?
- He's capable of taking care of himself.
- But if he can't. If...
If something horrible happened,
like you described...
If something like that happened,
we're better off not knowing about it.
We can't just leave him there.
It's broad daylight.
We can go check and see.
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