"Steve?" "Steve, are you dressed?" "Come on..." "It's late." "I gotta get home." "I don't wanna get put on restriction again." "Steve" "Are you there?" "Listen, if you're trying to scare me" "I don't think it's very funny." "This place gives me the creeps." "Steve." "I warn you." "I'll never come here with you again." "Steve..." "Come on." "Where are you?" "If you don't quit it," "I swear I am gonna split without you." "Steve..." "Steven, where are you?" "Please, answer me" "Steve!" "Bob?" "Bob" "Bob, where are you?" "Bob?" "Honey, you still have to pack away your toys." "Now, which ones are you gonna take with you?" "Bob, I'm talking to you." "Bob..." "Bob..." "Will you please wake up when Daddy gets home..." "Mom" "What's the matter?" "Mom, why does that girl keep telling me I shouldn't go there?" "What girl Bob?" "The one standing at the window in that house." "At the window?" "We don't have time to play games, honey." "Daddy will be home any minute." "Now, where's the...." "I guess she had something to do." "Let's just say you never saw her in the first place, all right?" "Yes I did..." "I saw her face." "She was waving." "I could read her mouth." "And did she say anything to you?" "She said that I shouldn't go over there." "Why did she saythat Mom?" "Well, I don't know Bobby." "Maybe because she didn't want you to pack away your toys the way you're supposed to." "Come on lazy bones." "Let's get the lead out." "I wasn't tricking you Mom." "Honest." "May..." "May" "Time to go May." "Time to go home." "No, I can't go now." "It's important." "I can't." "I'm leaving tomorrow." "Lucy still hasn't made up her mind." "You have a lot of guts picking up the reigns of someone else's research at it's most critical point." "Especially when that someone else was a scientist of Eric Peterson's caliber." "I tell you boy." "You're the only man who can keep this project from going down the drain." "Apart from the 5000 more you're going to be earning per year." "You were Peterson's protege and also I believe, one of his best friends." "I know you are itching to clear up his suicide." "Tough one to explain." "But I know you'll get to the bottom of it." "Well, I'll try." "The important is that when this huge project gets published, it'll have just your name on it." "Think what authorship can mean." "Yeah, publish or perish." "What do you think Eric would have done in a situation like that?" "Well, I don't know." "No idea." "Apprehensions?" "Yeah" "It's scary." "He organized the project" "Got it underway" "And then for no reason..." "And abandoned everything..." "Slaughtered his mistress" "And there he was, researching suicide." "The times we have to live in" "Taxi..." "Well boy, when school's over" "I'll drive up there to see ya." "I adore New England." "I'll be looking forward to it, sir." "Bye bye." "Norman, why my plants?" "Pennie's gonna water them." "They're pretty" "Oh, for good's sake." "New England's full of plants" "Be careful." "Give it to me." "I don't trust Penny." "What do you think?" "Everything here?" "I think it's all here" "But I really don't know how we're gonna fit it all in" "Think positive." "Bythe way, have you been to see Mrs. Peterson?" "No." "No need to." "All his reference material is right there in the library." "Well, after all, he was a colleague of yours." "Let's just say we worked in the same field." "But darling, you could have at least gone to pay your condolences." "What do you say to a widow whose husband had another woman and one fine day slaughtered that other woman after which he hanged himself?" "Then, after Mom changed her mind the 10th time, the place was already rented" "So, where are we gonna live?" "In an ever-nicer place, thanks to professor Mueller." "Otherwise, you sleep in a tent." "I wish" "Welcome to New Withfield, Tired?" "No, a little nervous." "Come on." "You're gonna love it." "Smell that country air." "No..." "No..." "Don't do it..." "There's the agency." "Stay right where you are, Bobby." "We'll be back in a minute, okay?" "Will you get some Candy?" "After dinner if you're a good boy." "I'm so late." "I'm sorry." "Mr. and Mrs. Boyle?" "How do you do?" "I'm Laura Gidles." "Nice to meet you." "Okay." "You could always start to fill this out and sign it." "Sit down please." "I'm gonna get the keys for you." "Okay." "I don't know exactly where I put them....." "But I.... ...yes" "Anyway, you can move in as soon as you want." "We haven't had much time to clean it up." "I'm sure you too will find it very comfortable." "Your brother said it was easy to clean, they did tell you it was the same house didn't they?" "In any case" "Poor Dr. Peterson had been there such a short while" "Of course, you've been there before haven't you, Dr.Boyle" "No." "Get the keys, Harold." "Would you please?" "What keys?" "The Freudstein keys." "Oak Mansion Harold." "Yeah, sure, okay." "Oak Mansion." "Excuse me, John." "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." "Well, how do you find our little village?" "It's not exactly New York, but I am sure you'll grow to like it." "I hope so." "Bob..." "Bob" "I'm here." "Behind you." "On the other side of the street." "Hello." "Hello" "My name is May." "I've been expecting you." "My name is Bob" "My dad is here to do some research." "Yeah, I know." "However," "I thought I told you very clearly not to come." "I did my best only Mommy wouldn't listen to me." "Parents never listen" "They always do what they want." "You shouldn't have come, Bob" "So now" "You two just follow me." "That's my car over there." "Where is.....?" "Mrs. Gidelsen, hold on a second." "Mommy..." "Mommy!" "I saw the girl from the white house." "Why did you get out of the car?" "See the doll she gave me to play with." "She wanted to talk." "She lives here too you know." "I told you to stay there and not to move!" "But she called to me." "They promised to come by Friday at the latest." "I guess that about does it." "Thank you very much." "Not at all." "My pleasure." "Well, I hope you'll enjoy your stay and your research," "Mr. Boyle." "Thank you." "I hope so too." "And don't worry." "As soon as I get back to town" "I'll find you that babysitter." "That's very kind of you." "If there's anything else, you know where to find me." "Okay." "Damn tombstone." "Well, house in the woods, quiet." "You're right." "Shades of Warden Pond" "Norman." "This house is exactly like the one in your photo in New York." "Yes, it's possible." "It's typical example of the local architecture." "There are probably hundreds of houses like it in the area." "You ready?" "Don't you wanna unload the car?" "You've got 6 months to contemplate nature." "Everyone to the starting line." "And they're revving up." "And they're off..." "Here we go." "Now you have water in the kitchen." "You know" "I was thinking" "Maybe Bob and I should have stayed in New York." "Oh for god's sake, again." "Stop this, please." "After all 6 months goes by real quick, doesn't it?" "Come on." "Don't you remember." "We decided it'd be a vacation." "I do my reaserch and you and Bob can go out." "It's beautiful." "Great place for a vacation, isn't it?" "Listen honey." "It means another $5000 per year." "Do you realize..." "We can refurnish the apartment in New York." "What's the matter?" "It's only a doll." "Bob's always bringing home that trash." "You're just tired, darling." "You really should take those pills your doctor prescribed" "Why do you keep telling me to go on with those pills?" "I feel fine." "I've never felt better." "Calm down your nerves." "My nerves are fine the way they are." "Besides..." "I read somewhere that those pills can provoke hallucinations." "Are you sure?" "Well..." "You can't say the house isn't quaint." "I guess this must be the cellar." "And Mrs. Gidelsen had the door nailed shut, quaint." "Say the word and I'll open it for you." "No." "Go and fix the rooms first." "Tonight I'd rather sleep in a real bed." "Wouldn't you?" "Alright." "Bob" "Bob look, it's time for nap, honey." "No." "I wanna play." "Don't whine." "Hi..." "Hi." "Are you Mrs. Boyle?" "Yes" "Mrs. Gidelsen sent me over." "I'm Anne, the babysitter." "Anne" "No." "It's alright." "You keep the car." "But you'll need it to get home." "Really." "It's okay." "I can take a bus." "But they only leave once an hour and you have the groceries." "I don't have much to get and I feel like a walk." "Who can argue?" "Okay." "I'll take the car." "Hi..." "Who was it?" "Mrs. Gidleson." "She didn't see me" "Or she turned the other way on purpose." "Or maybe you need glasses." "Maybe." "Are you on top of it?" "Yeah." "I feel a little bit better, now that I know that Ann is looking after Bob." "A candle light dinner." "Okay." "In the last two months, not only did he come in less and less but he acted differently." "I had the impression he was growing obsessively jealous of Sheila." "Dr. Boyle, you will pardon my indiscretion." "Please" "What was he so eager to discuss with you back then?" "Back when?" "When you came to visit him with your daughter." "Don't you remember?" "Last October, I think it was" "I never paid a visit to Dr. Petersen." "In fact, this is the first time I've set foot in this town." "Are you sure?" "Yes, of course." "Positive." "And then I have a son, not a daughter." "Strange." "I could have sworn." "Mr. Weekly, you called me." "Our precious Daniel Douglas." "If you need any books, documents, reference material of any kind, feel free to call on our Mr. Douglas." "Thank you." "Everything's the way Dr. Petersen left it." "Those are his notes." "I didn't dare move any of his materials." "Are you going to carry on Dr. Petersen's research?" "Of course." "Over here you'll find all the medical reports death certificates, and lists of missing persons" "What did Petersen need that material for?" "I don't know." "He asked me to get it." "I told him that..." "The material wasn't pertinent." "And?" "He answered that he was doing a little private research." "Do you know anything about it?" "No." "But knowing Petersen I'm sure it's something fascinating." "Well..." "If you need me," "I'm in the next room." "Thank you." "You know where he hanged himself?" "There, from that railing." "Do you know who that lady is, Bob?" "She was the wife of Dr. Freudstein." "Who was Dr. Freudstein?" "Oh, it's all a lie." "What's all a lie?" "She's really not buried there." "Oh, I know." "She's not buried there." "June 7th 1879," "Dr. Jacob Allan Freudstein is hereby suspended from the medical association and banned from practicing the medical profession for life." "Bob?" "Anne?" "Is that you?" "Bob?" "Anne?" "Bob?" "Anne?" "I'm home!" "Lucy?" "Lucy?" "Lucy..." "What in God's name?" "What's wrong?" "Lucy." "Hi." "How do you feel?" "Better." "Have Bob and Anne come back?" "Not yet." "Why can't we get something else from Mrs. Gidleson?" "I mean this house is so strange." "Sure I can deal with a grave yard next door, but to live with a tomb in your hallway..." "It's just something you'll have to get used to." "This ain't New York" "I know." "Most of the old houses in the area have Tombs in them." "Really." "No kidding..." "It's because in the winter it freezes here" "Is that so?" "And the yard being like a rock they bury grandpa at home." "No more ghost talk now." "Come on." "I've got a surprise for you." "What is it?" "I did some clever scrounging and, well darling, now we try to solve the cellar door mystery." "Nope." "We're home Mrs. Boyle." "Daddy..." "Daddy..." "You're back from work!" "Guess what." "What." "Today I saw my new Girlfriend again." "And they said to tell you "Hi" and also Mommy" "Hey." "What are you doing?" "I want to show Mommy there's nothing behind the door." "How about giving me a hand." "Sure..." "This one didn't match, you try one." "Did you see the girl he was talking about?" "No." "Weren't you with him?" "Yes." "All the time?" "I've found it." "Only trouble is..." "Rusty as all get out." "Obviously, Mrs. Petersen wasn't interested in cellars" "It must have been years since..." "Do you see anything?" "Some old steps going down." "Should I come with you?" "No." "Stay with Bob." "Norman..." "Anne!" "Why did you shout like that?" "It was just..." "Norman..." "Help me!" "Daddy..." "Daddy..." "What's the matter?" "I see." "I'll tell Mrs. Gidleson." "Please tell her we want to move out no later than tomorrow." "Yes, very well." "Well, would it be be difficult to find another house?" "I can't really say, but I don't think so." "Thank God for that." "Don't forget now, no later than tomorrow." "Okay." "Very well." "I'll call Mrs. Gidleson and have her stop over this evening." "Good bye" "That Freudstein house" "That Freudstein house..." "No." "No." "It was inevitable." "What?" "That they want to leave the Freudstein property." "Oak Mansion Harold." "How many times do I have to tell you Harold that the house is now called Oak Mansion." "Yeah, give the bad product a new label." "Well, call it what you will, but it has always been Freudstein's house." "May" "May" "May" "We have to." "I suppose so." "What're you doing by the window?" "Watching the house, that's all." "You can't see it from here." "Come." "Time to go to bed" "Don't go inside." "Not inside." "Mr. Boyle?" "Mrs Boyle?" "Is anybody home?" "Mrs. Boyle?" "Anne?" "Hello?" "Anne?" "Anne?" "Mrs. Boyle" "Anne" "Good Morning, Anne." "Good Morning." "What are you doing?" "I made coffee." "What a shame you didn't come with us to the restaurant" "last night." "Well..." "At least your parents must be glad you paid them a visit?" "Do you live far from here?" "Good morning, professor." "Norman." "Yeah?" "That girl is a real weirdo." "I can't get a word out of her." "Maybe she doesn't like me." "Is it interesting?" "What?" "Did you find anything interesting?" "I don't know." "Peterson was reading up about a certain" "Dr. Freudstein" "Turn of the century surgeon who had a pension for illegal experiments." "What did they have to do with his historical reasearch?" "Nothing." "Nothing at all." "The best guess I can come up with," "was that Peterson already was going off the deep end." "Honey." "Yeah." "That's why I have to take a trip to New York." "Today?" "Yeah" "I need Millers okay to follow up a hunch" "Which is that Petersen's suicide was somehow connected with his research on the surgeon Freudstein" "Oh, it's you." "Surprised?" "Well it's Sunday" "And I thought..." "I know" "What are you doing here?" "Nothing" "Just a routine check" "One of my duties is to check all of the wings in the" "library on sundaywhen we're closed." "I won't disturb you any longer" "Excuse me." "Gotcha!" "Only because I fell." "Otherwise you wouldn't have come near me." "Where are you going?" "I have to get home or" "Mommy will yell at me." "Mom's shopping and she still thinks" "I'm up in my room napping." "No, she won't get mad." "I tell you she will cause Mommy told me I was not to go out." "Don't go in the house, Bob." "Don't worry." "I'll just fake it a minute or two and then sneak out again." "See ya." "Wait for me." "Under the oak" " Okay" "No Bob." "Don't go inside." "I warned you not to." "It's been days and days since I stopped work for this." "I can't eat." "I can't sleep." "I can't stop now though." "I got to....." "I've lost all critical perspective." "The signs." "The warnings of this house, Freudsteins house." "That anguished crying, and Sheila smiles." "What can I do to make her believe me?" "Maybe I'm insane." "Yes, this is all unreal." "Freudstein's house, draws me like and infernal magnet and frightens me.." "How many have wandered innocently into the waiting spider web?" "How many more are doomed to follow?" "The smell of the rooms terrifies me" "And lures me on." "The smell of blood." "How many more still to come?" "Onward into the depth of this mystery." "I want to know." "Know the worst..." "Onward..." "Find out..." "Find out..." "Freudstein!" "His voice." "Is that his voice?" "Blood..." "Blood" "Not only blood." "His voice." "I hear it now" "I hear it" "I hear it everywhere." "He's here..." "Do you believe me now?" "Do you believe me?" "No..." "No..." "Not the children." "No..." "And they're on the starting grid set for the big race, Yogi." "On your marks." "Go!" "Bob" "Where are you?" "Answer me." "Come on." "Quit playing." "Bob." "Are you down there?" "Bob" "You alright?" "Do you want me to come down and help you?" "Bob" "Is that you?" "Bob?" "Please answer me." "Bob" "Open the door..." "The door, Bob..." "Open the door!" "Help me..." "Open the door" "Bob, open the door" "Open the door" "Help..." "Somebody help me." "Okay, Yogi?" "We've got to rescue Anne!" "Anne?" "Anne" "Anne" "Bob" "Anne" "Can you help me?" "Bob?" "Anne?" "Bob" "Bob" "Mommy..." "Bob" "Mommy" "What's the matter?" "What are you doing here, darling?" "It was awful." "Where's Anne?" "What happened?" "I don't know." "Were you playing?" "You mean she was hiding?" "You got scared or what?" "I was racing and I heard this scream and I went down to the cellar and....." "And?" "And they cut off Anne's head" "He did Mommy." "It fell down the stairs and its laying there." "I saw it." "I did." "Bob, really" "It's true Mommy." "It's alright." "You really scared me, you know that?" "It's the truth Mommy." "Honest." "I saw it roll down the stairs." "Bob." "There's nothing there." "Believe me." "Hey" "Hey" "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" "I happen to be the caretaker and we're closed now." "I'm looking for a tomb." "Whose tomb?" "A Dr. Freudstein's." "Ah, you too?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you're not the first." "Look friend, I came over 200 miles to see this tomb and I want to see it." "Well, you shouldn't have bothered." "There is no Dr. Freudstein here." "But..." "According to the official records he was buried here." "The official records don't mean a thing." "It's a lot of bunk that Freudstein is buried here." "Just gossip." "Now come on." "The cemetery is closed." "Let's go." "Do you mind?" "Thanks Mommy." "Anne will come back." "You'll see." "She's probably just gone to visit her parents." "That's all." "Go to sleep now." "Come on." "There we are." "It's late." "Anne." "Mommy says you are not dead." "Is that true" "Anne" "Are you there?" "Mommy" "Mommy" "Mommy" "Mommy" "Mommy" "Help me out..." "Mommy..." "Open the door for me..." "It's scary in here..." "Don't worry, honey." "Let me out of here..." "I'm scared!" "Stay calm." "Mommy will get you out." "Mommy" "Hurry" "I'm scared." "Use the key like Daddy did." "I don't want to stay in here" "Just a minute." "I'm coming." "Mommy!" "Keep calm" "Okay..." "I'm there" "Turn." "Mommy." "Open the door." "Mommy..." "Open the door." "I know..." "I know" "Wait a minute." "Open the door" "There's someone in here, Mommy." "There's somebody in here..." "Get the door open..." "He's coming to get me!" "Mommy..." "Lucy..." "What's the matter?" "Mommy..." "Is Bob in there?" "Yes." "We've got to get him out right now" "And leave this house fast." "What do you mean?" " Later..." "Where's the ax?" "Where's the damn ax?" "Bobby." "Keep away from the door!" "Yes, I will!" "Don't worry Bob..." "I'll get you out." "Why?" "Who's in there?" "Who's in this house?" "Dr. Freudstein!" "Peterson found out the truth" "That's why he killed himself" "What?" "Bob" "It was Freudstein that killed Sheila." "No..." "He needs human victims to renew his cells." "That's how he stays alive." "Bob..." "Norman" "Bob..." "The steps" "Quickly" "Hurry" "Mommy..." "May..." "Bob" "May" "Time to go home and remember your manners." "Surely you can act like a Freudstein." "You know some other guest is surely destined to drop in."