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red wine.

But of a very good quality.

Do you like it?

Excellent.

It's good.

Our guests always like it.

Ted likes it too,

don't you, Ted?

Can I make a phone call? My cell doesn't-

- I'm afraid not.

We don't have a telephone in the house.

Oh.

Well, it doesn't matter.

It's just that we're supposed to

meet up with some friends and

I wanted to let them

know that we'd be late.

I'm sorry. I feel a bit guilty.

Well,

since we are here, I suggest a toast.

To the night.

To the night.

- To the night.

That girl...

your friend.

Miriam?

Miriam.

Does she live here with you?

More or less.

She's a very special friend.

And Rupert and his friend?

They are very nice.

Have you known them for long?

No.

I met them this evening.

They offered to bring us home.

I love having guests in the house.

I'm not sure we chose the right place.

This place is awesome.

Don't let that book put you off.

I know, but...

How many times have you read of bad

things happening in places like this?

A tent,

a couple,

a forest...

A Couple?

Ahh!

You're playing a dangerous game.

You've never done anything

like this before.

Kill him, before it's too late.

What an early bird you are, Miss.

I came to take some photos.

Are you enjoying your stay?

It's such a beautiful place.

It's beautiful,

and mysterious.

Oh, yes.

God damnit!

Ah!

So, are you...?

Okay, so I had this idea of how

to tell the story of the book

through a series of photos.

Using the people around here as models.

Some of them are really weird.

Yeah, I'm quite inspired too, but...

I didn't ask you that.

I'm asking about John.

Oh.

OK.

He's always flirting.

He loves it.

He's been doing it for ages,

ever since I met him.

Come on, there must be something you can

do.

We'll see.

Why on earth did you come down here?

I've been trapped here all bloody day.

It's a booby trap.

What were you doing here?

I was looking for Rupert.

- Rupert?

He didn't look too good last night.

I will set you free,

but just this one time.

What women are you talking about?

- The ones in the house.

I bet they know what

happened to Peter and Ann,

because something bad has happened.

OK, are you sure about this helmet?

There must be hundreds like it.

- I'm sure.

What do I have to do to convince you?

Okay, look, I'll go and

look for the helmet.

You stay here.

The sun!

Ah!

What are you doing?

Come on.

What were you doing?

Are you crazy?

Hey. Hey!

Come on!

Are you crazy?

When I woke up and you weren't there,

I knew exactly where you'd gone.

Those women, they sleep in the basement.

- We've got to get out of here, Harriet.

No, not without our friends.

We don't know where our friends are.

Or where Nolan is, he didn't

come back last night.

We've got to get out of here.

Come on.

I could try and get to

the town and ask for help.

It's better if we wait. We're too far away,

and that forest...

- Okay, just for tonight.

But if they don't show up

in the morning, we're leaving.

OK?

OK.

I still remember your taste.

So deep.

So intense.

I'm so hungry.

You'll never guess where this wine is from.

It's from the Carpathian Mountains.

Do you like pleasure?

You have to learn to enjoy small pleasures,

don't you think?

Life is so short.

Especially yours.

There's something special about you, Nolan.

Just the sight of you makes me salivate.

Help.

Help!

You have to ask for help.

What?

At the hotel.

In my car.

Go.

Go!

OK, take him inside. Close the tent.

I'll go and get the car. I'll be back.

Come on...

F***!

Come on.

Hey, stay here. Don't move,

okay? I'll be right back.

John.

Harriet...

Do you like your little friend, Harriet?

I think she looks tasty.

Delicious.

Delicious.

The new one is awake.

Harriet...

Harriet...

Listen, open up your ears.

It's been known for millennia

that, as with animals,

human flesh is tastier

if the prey is scared.

And that is what we

are going to do with you,

make you tastier.

Do you hear me?

Do you know this game, you little whore?

It's the game of the Bloody Countess,

Elizabeth Bathory.

An ancestor of ours. She bathed in blood,

just like us.

Are you scared?

Heh.

Are you scared?

Are you?

Heh.

Talk to him.

Peter, are you?

Strike.

Shhh.

Open your mouth.

Yeah...

No.

Open your mouth.

No!

Open it.

Good girl.

Give me your tongue.

Give me your tongue.

Let's play-

It's okay, enough.

Useless thing.

She had suffered enough,

hadn't she?

No, no!

Anyway, now we have you.

No!

Now, you run,

into the light.

Quick. Before she comes back.

Come on, run!

Fran!

Fran.

Fran!

Fran!

Stupid.

Game over.

See you.

Ciao.

Hello, I'm here.

I was waiting for you.

What a strange crossbow.

It's very old.

Hello.

- Hello.

How are you?

Hello.

You won't regret buying this house.

Are the stories real?

What stories?

Ghost stories.

They say it has a dark past...

that it's haunted.

Ghosts!

I love them,

but don't worry about it.

Every old house has its mysteries.

What you'd really like,

is to have a ghost in the house.

That's Spanish humor for you!

Seriously though,

the only thing that's important

is that it be habitable.

You will be the first in many years.

It's been empty for decades.

Ryan Suits

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