Witchtrap Page #3

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a satanic ritual...

that would have given

Avery Lauder immortality...

if he'd had the time to complete it.

I don't mean to be rude, Miss O'Shea...

but I think I'm due back on Earth.

You said you wanted the complete history

of Lauder House.

I just thought you should get it...

because Agnes certainly won't tell you.

Why's that?

Because Agnes doesn't believe...

and if she doesn't believe,

then it doesn't exist.

She has no idea

of what a ghost really is.

And what is that?

The very soul of someone

who has lived and died.

If he was evil, his soul is evil.

If he was powerful,

his soul is powerful.

Avery Lauder was both, and as long as

we're in his house...

we're all in very grave danger.

All right, it's working.

All secure?

- Here, Whitney, place this in your lap.

I'm addressing myself to the spirit

of Avery Lauder.

If you're here,

I wish to speak to you.

I'm not getting anything.

Neither am I.

Nothing here either.

Avery Lauder, I know you're here.

The man sitting next to me

is a mental medium.

You may speak through him.

Who are you?

I am here to free you from this house.

I do not wish to be freed.

Then I will force you.

You are not strong enough.

I believe I am.

I will rise like the phoenix...

and destroy you, all of you!

And how will you do that?

All you've ever managed to do...

for the last two years is make noise.

I'm not some silly magician...

who can be scared into killing myself.

You would mock Avery Lauder?

I would give you a chance to prove

your words.

The woman sitting across from you...

is a physical medium.

Through her, you can show us

the extent of your power.

Perhaps later.

Why not now?

Later.

Are you afraid?

Oh, no...

but you will be.

- Felix, Felix, what's...

what's wrong?

Help him!

Get ahold of his legs!

Hold him!

I'll get his legs, man.

Hold him down.

ls he all right?

He's still alive.

Thank goodness you're safe!

How do you feel?

Fine...

but who's been using my head

as a basketball?

Dr. Goldberg, if you have no objections...

maybe we should take this opportunity

to unpack.

Yes, all right...

but I want everyone back down here...

in an hour to try again.

Uh, Jackson, why don't you...

take a quick look at the grounds.

What for, you and Tony already checked...

all the windows and doors.

Humor me.

Oh, no wonder my mouth

tastes like leather.

Sorry about the drool.

It's waterproof.

Oh.

Um, Mr. Vincente?

Your quick thinking saved my husband...

from injuring himself.

Yes, it did.

And, um, I was pretty useless.

Yes, you were.

You're not gonna make this easy on me,

are you?

Mm, no, I'm not.

I, uh, just wanna say thank you.

You're welcome.

Now, if you two are quite finished...

I'd like to explore the basement.

Why?

Something down there is very important

to our Mr. Lauder.

I, I sensed it while he was speaking

through me.

So let's go check out the basement.

Hey, fool!

Don't you know you can go blind

doin' that?

Wish I knew what we were lookin' for.

Don't worry, we'll know it when we find it.

Can I ask you a question?

That box, with the green light on it...

what was that?

An invention of mine.

You see, Whitney is a physical medium.

As opposed to your husband

who's a mental medium.

Yes, Felix is like an intercom...

allowing ghosts to

actually speak through him.

Whitney, on the other hand,

is like a doorway.

A spirit may actually pass through her...

and physically manifest his presence

here in our world...

usually by moving inanimate objects.

Couldn't that be dangerous?

Without my invention, yes.

All living things have an aura

of electromagnetic energy...

and when we die,

this energy usually dissipates...

into the atmosphere, but sometimes...

it remains intact and here on Earth...

and then, you have a ghost.

So this is some sort of, uh...

an electromagnetic vacuum type...

Exactly, and that's why I gave it to Whitney.

If Lauder's ghost had tried

to pass through her...

the vacuum would have

trapped him immediately.

Then what?

Then I would have removed him...

from this house and dissipated him.

Eh, I don't know about this, Doc.

I haven't had this much trouble

swallowing something...

since my mom fed me okra.

I found it!

For some reason,

this pentagram was very important...

to Mr. Lauder's ghost.

Even now, I, I can actually sense its evil.

I don't f***in' believe this!

Huh?

Now, what happened here?

A breeze, maybe.

A breeze, all the doors and windows...

should be locked up!

Yeah, they should be.

Are you saying I missed one?

I'm not sayin' anything.

The hell you're not!

Lemme tell you somethin', hot shot...

I didn't miss a thing.

Yeah, except maybe the

last stage of evolution.

Don't push me, Vincente.

Whitney, are you all right?

I don't know, I feel really drained

for some reason.

Maybe you should sit down.

ls everybody all right?

Yeah, what the hell happened to you?

I caught that groundskeeper spying

on one of the women...

and the son of a b*tch jumped me!

Elwin?

Yeah, where's Ginger?

Takin' a shower.

Go!

Oh!

Aw, Jesus.

That motherf***er, I'll kill him!

Keep them outta here.

It's gonna be OK, man.

We'll get him, I promise.

Come on.

What happened to Ginger?

She's dead, stabbed through the throat.

Oh my God!

I, I'm calling the police.

Good idea.

Oh, maybe not.

It's dead!

It's dead all right.

That son of a b*tch cut the line!

OK, that's it, party's over.

Murphy, I suggest we pack it up...

and get the hell outta here now!

Wait a minute, let's not panic...

there's no reason for all of us to leave.

You wanna reason?

Take a look in there, lady!

I believe that Mr. Murphy...

is in charge of security, not you.

Mr. Murphy, couldn't we stay

while one of your men

goes for the police, after all...

the groundskeeper is probably

miles away by now.

I don't think any of us

are in any real danger, do you?

A-Agnes, maybe Mr. Vincente is right.

Felix, please!

So, Mr. Murphy, do we stay...

or do I tell Mr. Lauter

that we were forced to quit...

because of inadequate security?

No, that won't be necessary.

Jackson, you're going for the police.

Jesus Christ, Murphy!

How do you manage to stand upright

without a backbone?

Vincente, shut up!

I'm not goin' anywhere.

I'm gonna find that overgrown abortion...

and give him a .38 caliber enema!

You're gonna do what I say...

or I'm gonna kick your black ass

down those stairs!

Try it and I'll tap dance across your face...

like Bojangles Robinson!

Hey, spare me the macho bullshit for now!

You're gonna have to go for the cops.

Now, hurry back.

You, you're a real neanderfuck,

you know that?

I'm gonna go down and check

the rest of the locks.

I think we should try another sitting.

Well, I think you should all

lock yourselves...

in your rooms until Jackson

gets back with the cops.

Look, it's important that we try...

Like you said, I'm in charge of security.

Sh*t!

What the f***?

Son of a b*tch!

Miss O'Shea?

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