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Ann?

Ann?

Ann!

Ann!

Ann!

Ann?

Shhh!

Shut up!

Come on, we agreed that we wouldn't

open the fridge until we arrived.

Come on, man. Just to have a beer, yeah?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Do you have any rooms

available for tonight?

A Single?

Yes, please.

Do you need some help, man?

Sh*t! Nothing.

Harriet, I told you, we're

coming to a dead zone.

There's no coverage here.

I know. I'm just trying to get

a hold of Peter and Ann.

They're coming on their bike

and they should be here by now.

Do you feel vulnerable

without your beloved Ann?

You know, they act like lovers, really.

Very funny, John.

They get lost,

they'll be devoured by

the witches of the forest.

Ahh...

Laugh if you want, but I read on the

internet that this forest is full of

folk tales of people disappearing.

It's not a good place to get lost.

Um...

Talking about lost people,

are we okay, John?

Yeah.

According to what the lady said at the

hotel, we should be near the site by now.

OK.

I hope that there aren't any wolves.

Jerks.

Hey!

- Hey.

What's with the house?

I don't know.

Maybe someone lives there, ey?

I don't think so, it looks abandoned.

Maybe.

You'd rather stay here than go out?

To tell you the truth,

I never go out at night around here.

Yes.

Nothing's changed.

You have to be careful not

to succumb to the temptation.

What do you know about this?

About what?

About what the paper says:

A girl disappeared from a neighboring town.

It's worrying.

Has it happened before?

Yes.

Unfortunately it's becoming more common.

Ah.

I forgot.

It's for you.

I kept it for when you would return.

Hey guys.

Have you seen the house?

What house?

This house.

It is so creepy, it gives me the shivers.

Jerks!

Hey Nolan,

Now that you're single maybe

you could find a girlfriend out here.

Yeah.

The f***ing Blair Witch!

What I need is to find inspiration

to compose something new.

Yeah,

and me something good to write.

And I need something

worth taking a photo of.

Guys,

have you noticed how romantic we are?

We're like

Shelley, Byron, and Polidori,

all gathered at the shore

of a mysterious lake.

With a haunted house.

Very romantic, Harriet. Very romantic.

Hey, Harriet, if you want some

romance later just let me know, yeah?

Grow up first.

Ooh!

Hey. Shut up.

OK, OK.

Tomorrow we'll hit the lake

to see if we can find

any inspiration there.

Or maybe go to that cemetery

they say is nearby.

I hope they get here tomorrow.

I'm worried.

- I'm sure they're fine, OK?

That Peter, what a bastard.

He? me!

He? me!

John, wake up!

John.

What?

- John. Listen.

Do you finally want some of that romance?

There's people outside.

What? Come on, let's go back to sleep.

The man has finished fixing the boiler.

He said it should work much better now.

Let's hope so.

Pay him and thank him.

Please.

The photographs again?

In the 19th Century

it was quite commonplace to have

your photograph taken with the dead.

It was a work of art.

During the Renaissance,

they did it with paintings,

memento mm...

Do you think the youngsters

will be okay in the forest?

I hope so.

How're you feeling?

Better.

But, you know what heartbreak is like.

It's not easy missing someone so much.

I know.

Anyway...

Thanks, Harriet,

for arranging all this.

I know this isn't just about

playing Byron, Shelley and Polidori.

Actually, it was John's idea.

He's worried about you.

In his own way, but...

he is.

What's your name?

Fran.

I'm Ted.

Thank you, Ted.

I went for a walk and I twisted my ankle.

You're not British, are you?

Why do you ask?

You don't seem to be.

So, where are you from?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

What for?

Drive, and take me home.

Maybe later I will find a way

to thank you.

It seems you're not fond

of these kinds of trips.

Don't worry.

Well, it is a weird place to live.

Don't these kinds of things excite you?

This is my living room.

Do you like it?

It's much better than

the rest of the house.

Make yourself comfortable.

Wow, how...

elegant.

I told you I will find a way to thank you.

I was wondering...

- Wondering?

Yeah.

I'm not assuming you'll

tell me your secrets, but...

Ask.

Do I have a limited number of questions?

There are a limited number of answers.

Do you live here all by yourself?

I usually have visitors.

What is it you do for a living?

I'm always looking for people.

Looking for interesting people.

You are interesting, but...

you have to accept me for...

who I am.

Without...

questions

or explanations.

I'm sorry.

Ted...

Help me.

Help me.

He? me!

It's no, no...

Just go away.

Why don't you come back to bed?

Hello?

Damnit!

Ahh!

It's f***ing opened up.

Ah!

Help me, please.

I'm hurt.

Are you sure you can do it yourself?

I'm sorry I don't have a first aid kit.

Do you have tape or something?

I've got tools in my car, but not for this.

Ah.

I think I drank something.

There was broken glass.

Does anyone live in that house?

I asked myself the same thing.

"La Morte amoureuse, Thophile Gautier".

The beloved dead.

One morning I was sat next to my bed

having breakfast on a small table,

not wanting to leave her for even a moment.

While peeling fruit, I accidentally

gave myself a deep cut.

The blood ran in crimson drops

and some of them landed on her.

Then,

her eyes regained their sheen

and I noticed in her face

a wild expression of fierce joy

which I had not seen on her before.

She jumped from the bed with animal

agility and pounced on my wound,

sucking it with

indescribable voluptuousness...

I bring some guests.

Miriam and some friends of ours.

I'm sorry but I had to

go at dawn last night.

You're still here, at least.

I had a nightmare.

Or at least I think I did.

I woke up and you weren't there.

Come here.

Wait, so where did you find this book?

I told you, right here on the floor.

That man must have dropped it.

The author, it sounds familiar, right?

Hey, the good Samaritan, she

doesn't even know his name, do you?

I don't know, he didn't tell me.

Drop the suspicion, OK?

Are you like... jealous or something?

Yeah.

Jealous of picking up

injured people. Good one, Harriet.

Very jealous.

Hey!

Easy, easy, easy. Guys, guys, guys.

Well, the important thing is the book.

Since we have it,

I thought we could use it as a good source

of inspiration for the next couple of days.

According to what I read

here in the introduction,

this is one of the first known works

of people coming out of their graves

and drinking people's blood.

People drinking other people's blood?

- Anyway...

The story is from 1836 and it's about this

man

who falls madly in love with this woman

on the same day he takes

his vows to be ordained.

The woman is what he calls,

creature of the devil,

and she manages to tempt him, take him

to Venice, and make him her lover,

feeding off him by drinking his blood.

I'm sorry, but this is the only

thing that we have to drink:

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