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me will go away.

bring out Elizabeth Svin.

Rainbow

witch.

Burn the witch.

Burnro.

Jethro Kane.

Hast thou consorted with a witch?

Elizabeth Selwin?

No.

Burn the witch.

No,

no, no,

no.

Help

for help,

Elizabeth Selwin.

On this 3rd day of March, in the year of

our Lord 1692,

we the people of Whitewood,

Massachusetts, condemn thee as a witch.

May the flames cleanse thy soul of its

evil, of its lust for blood, but may

they bring about the death of Abigail

Adams.

Oh, help her.

I have made my pact with the old. Hear

me.

Hear me. I will do thy duty. For all

eternity. For all eternity. Shall I

practice the ritual of black mass? For

all eternity. Shall I sacrifice unto

thee? I give thee my soul.

Take me into thy service.

Oh, Lucifer, listen to my servant. Grant

her this back for all eternity, and I

with her, and if we fail thee at once,

you may do with our souls what you will.

Make this city an example of thy

vengeance.

Curse it. Curse it for all eternity. And

let me be the instrument of thy curse.

Hear me, Yusf.

Hear me. She's making a curse. Curse.

Burnish

burnish burnish burnish burnish

witch burn

witch burn witch burn burn.

So shouted the people of Whitewood when

they burned Elizabeth Sewin in 1692.

Though, as I've said, little is known

today of the actual practice of

witchcraft in 17th century New England.

Superstition, fear, and jealousy drove

the Puritans to accuse their friends and

relatives of consorting with the devil.

Raiding around huge bonfires, repeating

vindictive chance, they consign the poor

creatures to the flames. The tortured

souls cried out in agony as the flames

mounted higher and higher. Burn witch.

Burn witch. Burn. Burn. Burn.

Dig that crazy beat. Sh.

That will be all for today.

Tomorrow will be my concluding lecture

on the history of witchcraft in 17th

century New England. I shall bring along

some illustrations which I'm sure will

interest you all.

I'll bring the matches.

Mland,

since you chose to attend these

lectures, I had hoped that it was in a

spirit of scientific curiosity about the

subject.

I'll be all

How could you? He

takes it all so damn seriously. He's got

you all hypnotized.

Oh,

Miss Barlo.

Yes, professor.

Can I see you for a moment, please?

What about our date?

How many?

Look, um, I'll wait for you outside.

Yes, professor.

Rather a difficult young man that

I fear that you are more of an

attraction to him than my poor efforts.

However, I've been reading through your

papers, Miss Barlo. They show a very

sound appreciation of the subject.

I want to go to New England to do my

senior paper.

Mhm. They're really quite good, you

know.

Well, I'm not quite satisfied.

I feel I need some firstirhand research.

I want to get the atmosphere. Find out

how widespread witchcraft really was.

What the witches were really like.

That might take a little time, you know.

Well, I have the time. My brother and I

were going to spend our vacation with

our cousins. What I'd really like to do

is to get a room in the smallest, oldest

town in New England I can find. Check

through all the town hall records.

Recheck the libraries. Talk to the

Puritan descendants. Make a really

thorough investigation.

Your brother is professor of science,

Miss Barlo. I hardly think he'd be very

interested in the history of witchcraft.

Then I'd go alone.

You don't think he'd object to that?

You leave Richard to me. He's picking me

up here for lunch.

What? Bill's

a balo man here?

Yeah, she's in there with him.

Well, I don't like her getting mixed up

in this witchcraft business.

Why not? It's only part of a history

course.

Let's find out.

Professor witchcraft really.

Before you go in there, could could I

have a word with you? Sure. Well, it's

about Nan and me.

Oh,

if you're really serious about this, I

happen to know of a town in New England.

As a matter of fact, it's the identical

place where the events occur that I

mentioned in today's lecture, Whitewood.

It's a quite a small place. It's a

little bit up the beaten track. So,

maybe these directions will help you.

Thank you.

I think you might very well find what

you're looking for there. I happen to

know the woman who owns the Innwood. Her

name is Nulis. Mrs. Nulis. So, you just

tell her I sent you.

Raven's in Whitewood.

What's Whitewood?

Now, Dick, don't be too upset, but uh

I'm going to change my plans for the

vacation.

Change your plans?

Yes. Going to a place called Whitewood

for a week or so to do some research.

Who are you? What about cousin Sue?

Well, she's expecting you for a birthday

party on the 17th. She'll never forget.

I can still easily make it by then. This

is important. My term paper's got to be

good. It could mean a scholarship.

And I've made only a wish.

Come on, Dick. You'll have a good time

without me.

My mind's made up. I'm going to

Whitewood. But

surely any good encyclopedia will give

you all the nonsense you want to know

about witchcraft.

Witchcraft

is not nonsense, Barlo.

I'm sorry, Driscoll. Witchcraft like

magic sorcery. To me, it's nothing but

fairy tale mumbo jumbo. I'm a scientist,

Driscoll. I believe what I can see, what

I can feel, and touch.

The basis of fairy tales is reality. The

basis of reality is fairy tales. As a

scientist, you should be familiar with

that quotation.

Well, I don't believe that somebody in

Chicago can die of a heart attack

because some woman in New Orleans sticks

a pin in a wax doll.

Maybe you don't, but practitioners of

voodoo claim otherwise.

Dick, you're just being difficult.

No. When I look into a microscope,

Driscoll, I see bacteria swimming,

fighting, existing. That's real. These

witches that were persecuted and burnt

in the 17th century were real, too. But

they weren't witches. They were pitiful

human beings, victims of hysteria.

There are many eminent scholars who have

documentary proof of the actual practice

of witchcraft.

Yeah, but how effective was this

practice? Did any of these eminent

scholars ever meet a real practicing

witch? Did you ever meet a witch,

Driscoll?

Perhaps.

Oh, come on. You're an historian. No

witch ever survived the burning at the

stake for all that packed with the

devil.

In 1692, Elizabeth Sen went to the

stake. She was buried in a churchyard in

New England. And yet, three years later,

Yeah. 3 years later, a new wave of blood

sacrifices broke out in the village that

had condemned her. The daughters of the

elders who had condemned her were

themselves found murdered with every

last drop of blood drained from their

bodies. And afterwards, people came

forward to testify that they had

actually seen Elizabeth Swin.

Oh, stop. This would be more effective

at midnight with howling winds and

crashing thunder. And even then, it

wouldn't frighten anyone.

Dick, I'm sorry, Professor Driscoll.

That's all right, Miss Barlo.

You won't be the first person to have

scuffed at the subject.

Honey, when you get to um where is it?

Whitewood.

Ah, yes. Whitewood. Well, send me a

picture postcard of a witch. If

possible, autographed. Now, uh let's

have some lunch. Eh,

I'm sorry. I have a date.

Na'am, darling, I still don't see why

you have to go after this Whitewood

place. Huh?

I thought we were going to have some

time together during this vacation.

You know, I want to be with you. It's

just this is important.

Look, what the heck can you find that

hasn't been found before?

I don't know. It's just that maybe

hidden in some attic or buried in some

old antique shop, there's something that

might give a whole new outlook to the

Oh, what new outlook can there be?

You're a science student. How do you

know how important research is?

But this isn't about anything real. This

is just superstitious people burning

silly old women.

But suppose the women weren't silly.

Suppose they really had a pack with the

devil. A pack that could have

supernatural power.

Oh, come on. What kind of power?

I don't know.

Oh, look. It's no use, Bill. We've both

tried our hardest to talk her out of

going.

Do you really think she will find

anything worthwhile?

And I think we have to respect a desire

to find something new, even if we even

if we don't agree with the subject.

Agree with it? I've never heard so much

nonsense as that guy Driscoll talks in

all my life. Well, here I am all packed.

Oh, I suppose nothing I can say will

stop you from going, huh?

Yeah. Well, I'll uh I'll put this in the

car.

I still hoped you'd change your mind,

Nan.

Don't worry, darling. I'll be back as

quick as I can and I'll write.

Well, don't forget me altogether. Huh?

I won't. Give Sue my love and don't

forget we have a date at our party.

Goodbye, darling.

Um, excuse me. Can you help me? I seem

to be lost. Sure if I can.

I'm looking for the Wampport Road.

Wamport Road? Hardly anyone uses that

anymore.

Well, my friend gave me the directions.

Uh, take road 28A. Turn onto the Wamport

Road. Bear left at the fork through to

Whitewood.

Whitewood?

Am I that far away?

No, ma'am. Not far. Not many god-fearing

folks visit Whitewood nowadays. If I

were you, I'd

if if you'll excuse me. I'm in a hurry.

Which way is it?

Well, follow this road about 2 miles.

You come to a fourth. There'll be a

sign. Wamport Road. Turn left. Keep

straight. There'll be whitewood.

Thank you very much.

Does that sign say Wampart Road?

Wampart Road? Yes.

Oh, good. I was afraid I missed it.

Is it Whitewood, you seek?

Yes,

I do. Would I be imposing if

No, of course not. Get in.

Thank you.

I think the highway commission would do

something about these roads.

Watch out. Here comes another bump.

What is your mission in Whitewood?

Mission? Well, I'm going there to do

some research on witchcraft.

Professor Driscoll gave us some very

interesting lectures on the subject and

I'm going there to get some original

source material.

Do you know Whitewood?

I've known it for many years.

Do you go there often?

Fairly often.

Oh, then you must know the Ravens Inn.

I shall be resting there.

Oh, so shall I? Oh, my name's Nan Barlo.

My name's Jethro Keen.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

just like a picture out of a history

book.

I feel as though I were in the 17th

century.

Why hasn't Whitewood been written about?

Well,

it's off the beaten path. Few tourists

come here. For Whitewood, time stands

still.

Look at that church. Must have been

beautiful.

What a shame they let it get so run

down.

Straight on.

Yes. Follow the road around.

Ah, there it is. What a lovely old

building. 17th century at least.

How picturesque can you get? Right by

the graveyard.

Yes. It has not been used for more than

200 years.

Any witches buried there?

There are indeed. All in a section of

unconsecrated ground.

Spooky, isn't it?

Well, keep your fingers crossed for me,

Mr. Keane. I hope Mrs. Nis has that

room.

Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Are you

Mrs. Nulas?

Oh. Uh, I'm Nan Barlo. I was told I

might find a room here.

I was recommended by a friend of mine,

Professor Driscoll. Perhaps you know

him.

That will be all, Lotty.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Unfortunately, Lotty cannot talk. I've

often told her not to answer the bell.

Oh, poor thing. Then you're Mrs. Nulas.

I am. May I help you?

Yes. But I'd like to have a room here

for 2 weeks.

The hotel is quite full.

Oh, the guests are never about at this

time of the day.

Well, I'm a student of Professor

Driscolls. He told me if I mentioned his

name, I'd have no trouble.

Well, there is a room I could let you

have. It's just off the lobby.

Oh, thank you. Oh, Mrs. Nulas, that

plaque. Is it true that Elizabeth Sin

was really burnt here for being a witch?

She was.

And do you believe she was a witch?

Come along. I'll show you to your room.

I hope you will be comfortable.

Yes, it is a nice room. The previous

occupants have always found it most

agreeable. Well, if there's anything you

should need, just ring the bell for me

at the desk.

Thank you.

Oh.

It's been so many months. I've counted

the days to this holiday.

So have the others. It wasn't easy for

some of my guests to get here. Many had

to travel vast distances.

I was lucky. The last few miles were

enchanting.

Miss Balo is very good company.

You must be tired, Jethro. Your room is

ready.

And the festivities.

I am prepared.

Oh, Mrs. Nulas. I thought I'd have a

short look around town. I won't be gone

long. I think you'll find the church

interesting. Unfortunately, it no longer

has a congregation.

He will be pleased.

I'm told this was once a house of

worship.

It is still a house of worship. I am the

reverend of this church. As long as the

breath of life is within me, this house

shall remain God's house.

Must have been a beautiful building.

Me, it is still beautiful.

I'm sorry.

What a shame the people have let it fall

into such a state.

Strangers rarely come to Whitewood. Who

are you?

I'm Nan Barlo. I'm staying at the Ravens

Inn.

Why have you come to Whitewood?

Well, because I'm interested in

witchcraft.

Young woman, leave Whitewood. Leave

Whitewood tonight. For 300 years, the

devil has hovered over this city, made

it his own. The people in it are his.

Evil has triumphed over good here. Look

at my church. I have no parish. No one

worships here. His is the power.

What power?

Lee Fightwood.

Lee Fightwood tonight. I beg of you.

What power?

Leave before it is too late.

That's Good evening.

Good evening.

Please excuse the mess. We haven't been

open long. You have some very

interesting things here.

Yes, they they belong to my grandmother.

When she died, I came back to sort

things out.

Oh, I'm sorry. Then you don't live here.

No, my family lived here for

generations, but I've just been back a

few weeks. Would you like to have a look

around?

Thank you. Oh, I didn't mean to frighten

you when I came in. It's just that all

the people I've met here have acted like

I'm a person from another world. They

don't see many strangers here.

And I had the most well unusual

experience with the Reverend. He barred

my way from the church and he talked to

me about a curse and he warned me to

leave Whitewood. Can you explain that?

No, I can't. Does he often act that way?

He's my grandfather.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, he's all right. It's happened before

with strangers. Oh, the lack of

parishioners and loss of his sight has

made him bitter and suspicious. I'm

afraid. What with him and the town? I I

was very scared, but I saw your lights.

I made a dash for them.

I'm glad you did.

Um, do you have any books or pamphlets

on witchcraft?

You do, don't you? A friend of mine.

Oh, we we have a collection gathering

dust, but why on earth would you be

interested in Oh, I'm sorry. It's really

none of my business.

No, that's all right. I'm studying it in

college and I've come here to write my

term paper. Well, just wait. I'll see

what I can find.

That's Elizabethwin, burned as a witch,

March 3rd, 1692.

Yes, I know. I saw the plaque in the

lobby of the hotel. You were staying at

the Ravenian?

Yes. It was recommended to me by a

friend of mine, Professor Driscoll. Alan

Driscoll? Yes. Do you know him?

No, but my grandfather speaks of him.

His family come from here.

Oh, I didn't know that. Here, I think

this will do for a start.

What a lovely locket. May I see it?

I believe it's quite old. Oh, it is.

You're very lucky. I'm even more lucky

to have found this. A Treaties on Devil

Worship in New England. This must be a

very rare book. I'm afraid I couldn't

afford to buy it.

You can borrow it if you like.

Oh, could I? That would be wonderful. I

promise I'll bring it back in a few

days. You're very welcome, Miss Barlo.

Nan Barlo.

Nan Barlo. Thank you very much. Good

night.

Good night.

Mrs. Nulas.

Mrs. Nulas. Yes, Miss Barlo.

I

I I've heard some strange noises in my

room.

Oh, possibly the water in the pipes.

This is a very old inn.

No, it seems to be coming from the

cellar underneath.

I hardly think so, Miss Barlo. The

sellers do not extend beneath your room.

But

then why is there a trap door in the

floor?

The ground was filled in many years ago

to strengthen the foundations of the

building.

But I'm sure.

But if you insist, I will come and see.

I don't hear anything.

Well, just a few minutes ago.

Never mind. I'm sorry.

You're welcome. But you can see for

yourself there is no ring in the trap

door because there is no reason to lift

it. There is nothing underneath but

earth.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Lah. Come in.

Oh, I don't need any more towels. I

haven't used mine, and they're quite

clean.

Bloody, I've told you before not to

bother the guests.

Miss Barlo, I thought you might care to

join the others.

I will. As soon as I finish my notes,

I'll put some clothes on and join them.

A treatise on devil worship in New

England. Well, do you find this

interesting?

Why, it's fascinating. The things I've

learned. I bet you don't know the half

of it. And you live right here in a spot

where the witches were actually burnt.

Listen to this. On candle mass eve

February 1st in the year 1692

a coven of witches a covenant 13 some

men some women whose power came from the

devil gathered beneath the raven's inn

to perform a black mass in the honor of

Lucifer the witch Elizabeth Selwin later

to be burnt at the stake marked a young

girl for sacrifice by obtaining an

object of value belonging to her with

which to call her and leaving in its

face, a dead bird, and a sprig of

woodbine. The witches sacrificed her on

the altar and drank her blood at the

hour of 13.

What's the hour of 13?

Well, personally, I have never heard a

clock strike more than 12. Now, how

about joining the dancing?

In a little while, I promise. Oh, by the

way, I seem to have misplaced my locket.

I remember having it in my room, and now

it's disappeared.

Oh, I'm sorry. I I'll ask Ly. Well, I'm

I'm not saying it was stolen. It's just

I remember having it on the dresser and

now it's gone. I would appreciate it.

Of course. I'll look into it

immediately.

Ly, I have warned you too often about

annoying our guests. If you disobey me

again, I shall turn you out. And if I

turn you out, there will be no place for

you anywhere. You do understand, bloody,

don't you?

Ah, Miss Barlo, I'm afraid Lotty is

nowhere to be found, but I will inquire

about your locket first thing in the

morning.

Oh, thank you. Where is everybody?

Most of the other guests have gone to

services.

Services on the 1st of February.

Candle Mass Eve,

the night when the witches mock the

rituals of the church.

Are you all right, Miss Barl?

Yes, quite. Thank you. Good night.

Good night, Miss Barlow.

Mrs. Nolles.

Mrs. Nolles. Mrs. Nolles.

What?

Lord,

no.

No,

you're

Hallelujah.

Wow.

in the

way.

Help. No.

No, let go.

Help.

Let me go.

No.

Take your hands off of me. Let me go.

No. No.

No.

No.

Four.

Five.

Six.

No.

No. No. No.

I am Elizabeth Selwin.

No. No.

11.

Let's go.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to

you. Happy birthday, dear Suzy.

Happy birthday to you.

Sure.

Yummy.

Delicious.

Sick.

Have you got any idea what's happened to

Nan?

I'm sure she'll show up. She She

probably met a good-looking he witch and

is bringing him along to the party. Only

they broomstick blew a gasket.

It's not like Nan to be late for

anything. Aren't you a bit worried about

her?

Oh, she'll be here. I'm sure she'll make

it.

It's probably her now. You answer the

door and I'm going to put a record on

for some dancing.

All right.

Hi, Dick. Bill,

what's the matter? You expecting

somebody else? Oh, yes. Nan, look. Come

in. Come in. Well, Nan, didn't you hear

you? We made a date to meet here before

she left for Whitewood. Well, she

probably got held up. Look, look. Give

me your coat. Huh? Nan was never late

for anything in her life. Relax. Take it

easy. Join the party. She'll be here.

Dick.

Dick. I haven't had a letter from Nan in

over two weeks now.

She's probably been too busy working on

her paper.

No. No. There's something wrong. I know

it. Look, will you do something for me?

Mhm.

Ring up Whitewood. Will you ask him? Ask

him if she's left.

You serious?

Yes, I am.

Okay.

on a long distance. I'd like to speak

with Miss Nan Barlow at the Ravens in

Whitewood.

No, I uh I don't know the phone number.

What? Didn't you give her the phone

number?

I know, but uh that's my sister.

They say there's no such place as the

Ravens in.

But that's crazy. She's staying there.

Give me the police.

She left in such a hurry. She must have

forgotten to return it to you, Miss

Russell.

She seems such a nice girl, too.

Wouldn't have thought she was the sort

who'd forget to return a book.

We cannot always judge by our first

impressions, can we?

I'm not usually wrong about the people I

lend my books to.

Well, perhaps you'll be more careful in

future.

Thank you for letting me have it.

Remember me to your grandfather.

Ly, get out of the way, you clumsy

creature.

Can I help you? Yes, we're from the

sheriff's office. We had a call this

evening, a missing person's report from

some college kid named Anne Barlo. The

party calling said that her last known

whereabouts was the Ravens in

Barlo. That's strange. Yes, I met her.

When did you last see her?

About 2 weeks ago. She came to my shop

and and borrowed this book. It's quite

valuable. And so, not hearing from her,

I decided to come and get it. Mrs. Nulis

had it.

May I?

Yes.

That treat is on devil worship.

I must put this in the report. Peculiar

thing some of these college kids do

nowadays. Well, thanks for your help.

Come on, Charlie.

Hello.

Yeah.

police.

Yeah.

Okay. Thanks.

Thank you.

Well,

the police sent a car out to the Ravens

in Nan checked out two weeks ago. I

don't get it. Well, neither do I. Look,

these are Nan's books and papers. Go

through them. See if you can find

anything which might give us a lead. I'm

going to pay a visit to a colleague of

mine.

Oh Lord of light, accept this sacrifice.

I borrow.

May I come in?

Well, yes, of course. Please do. Can I

take your coat?

I have phone you last night, but I I

guess you weren't in.

No. Uh, no I wasn't. Would you care to

go in the study?

Set yourself down.

Thanks.

You take a drink.

Brian soda.

Ice, please.

Now, what's on your mind?

The man's missing, and she has been

since the day after she arrived at

Whitewood.

Really? You quite sure?

That's what the police said.

And what are they doing about it?

Carrying out a routine check? I I don't

suppose they can do much more until

they've got something definite to go on?

I would have thought there was a very

great deal more they could do. What? As

far as they're concerned, she

disappeared two weeks ago, and no one in

the village seems to know anything about

it.

What did you come see me for?

I thought you might have some ideas.

Why did you send her to Whitewood?

Because it was the best place for her

research.

And you suggested she stay at the

Raven's End.

Sure, it's the only in there is

with an unlisted phone number.

The inn has its own cleonel, Barlo, it

doesn't need to advertise.

How do you know it so well?

Because I was born in Wetwood.

I see. And you'd have every reason to

believe she'd be perfectly safe in going

there. I have no reason to suppose that

she wouldn't be. Lan struck me as being

perfectly capable of taking care of

herself.

I grant you that. But why hasn't she

come back or let us know?

Faro, I can understand your anxiety, but

I'm quite sure it was nothing for you to

worry about. Nothing at all. She's

probably got absorbed in the subject and

gone up someplace. I wish that all my

class had her application.

Yeah. Well, I'm going to find out where

this application led her. I'm going to

retrace every step Nan took. I'm either

going to find Nan or know what happened

to her.

I can't stop you from going.

No, I'm not afraid.

Afraid? Why?

Well, if anything did happen to your

sister and somebody else went along to

try and find out about it.

Same thing might happen to them.

Possible.

You seem to think something happened to

my sister then.

No, I just think you're jumping to

conclusions, Barl.

Maybe, but I shall find her.

Professor Driscoll.

Yes.

I don't like to disturb you, but may I

see you? Well,

of course. Please come in. Good luck in

Whitewood. Thanks.

I'm sorry, but did you say he was going

to Whitewood?

Yes, he is.

Silly to be surprised, but I've just

come from Whitewood.

Really? Quite a coincidence. My own

family happens to come from Whitewood.

As a matter of fact, I was born there.

Yes, I know.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

You care for a drink?

No, thank you.

I think you know my grandfather, the

Reverend Russell.

Russell?

Well, yes, of course I do. How long have

you been living in Whitewood?

Since my grandmother died a few weeks

ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, now, how can I help you?

I've come about a pupil of yours, Barlo.

Nan Barlo.

Yes.

She came to Whitewood two weeks ago. I

met her and liked her and she told me

that she was a student in one of your

classes that you recommended that she

stay at the Raven's Inn.

That's quite right. I did.

Well, that's what I've come to see you

about. On the day after she arrived, she

disappeared.

Oh.

Later, the police came asking questions.

Her family were worried. I thought you

might have their address.

And why do you want her family's

address?

Because I have something of hers I want

to return.

Well, you just leave it with me and I'll

make sure they get it safely.

Well, I don't want to trouble you if if

you just give me their address.

As you wish.

Her address is Doorchester Street, 225.

She lives with her brother. As a matter

of fact, he's a colleague of mine. You

just met him. He's leaving when you

arrive.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a lot

of work to do. Rather a busy man at the

moment.

Of course. Thank you for your help.

Not at all. I hope to achieve something.

Well, you will remember me to your

grandfather, won't you?

Yes, of course.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, M. Resel.

Yeah, it's Nan's luggage, right?

As far as I know, it's unique. I gave it

to her. Where did you get it?

The servant at the inn gave it to me. It

was strange. I don't think she wanted

Mrs. Nulas to know I had it.

Mrs. Nulas?

Well, she runs the inn.

Well, why did you come here, Miss uh

Miss Russell? I found this.

It's Professor Driscoll's note paper.

I found it in the pages of a book I lent

your sister on her first evening in

Whitewood. When she didn't return it, I

went to the hotel.

What was the book?

An old book. Book about witchcraft.

Do you believe in it, Miss Russell?

I don't know. Sometimes I almost think I

live with it.

Live with it?

Was an obsession of my grandfather's up

till now. I didn't take him very

seriously. He's an old man. Now I'm

beginning to wonder if what he says

isn't true.

What does he say?

That there's something evil about the

village. That on certain nights the

inhabitants leave the streets, close

their doors, and stay behind them. That

on these nights, the dead come to life.

That's like Candlem.

What do you know about Candle Miss Eve?

It's in one of Nan's books.

I don't believe it. Things like this

don't happen today.

In Whitewood, I wonder.

I'm going to Whitewood tomorrow after

classes. I I can give you a lift.

Thank you. But I I must get back. I

can't leave my grandfather alone. He's

blind.

May I come and see you when I arrive?

I'd I'd like to have a talk with him.

Please do. It's the house next to the

church. Goodbye. Right.

I'll see you at the door. Would

you be going to Whitewood?

Yes.

Would you take me along with you? It's a

dark night for walking. You're

the Reverend Russell's granddaughter,

aren't you?

Yes. How did you know?

I know a great deal about Whitewood.

Have you ever been there?

None. Then

never seen you. To

see me is a special privilege. It's

reserved for a chosen few.

What does that mean?

We'll soon be at Whitewood now.

This is as far as I go. You will.

She's pretty, too.

Yes, she is very pretty.

A living descendant of those who are

cursed.

It somehow seems to make it better.

Another day

and tomorrow,

the witch's sabbath.

Which way to Wamport Road?

Straight ahead. Fork on the road. You

see a sign. Turn left. You heading for

Whitewood?

I am. Many people head this way.

Not many.

Is this the only way in and out of the

town?

Misdirection. Yep.

You wouldn't remember by any chance. A

pretty girl in a convertible about a

month ago.

The Baro girl. Read about her in the

papers. Never seen her again. Call the

police.

Thanks.

I wonder could you tell me the way to

Whitewood, please?

Another one. Straight ahead. Fork in the

road. You see a sign, Warport Road, turn

left. Takes you right in.

But thanks.

Let me warn you, young fella. They don't

like strangers in Whitewood.

Okay, fine. Thanks very much.

Good evening.

Good evening. I'd like a room, please.

The inn is closing.

I'll only be here a few days.

But the inn is closing

when?

In 2 days.

Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to

stay until then,

if you insist.

And could I can I have the uh the same

room my sister had? Still available,

isn't it?

Yes, it's available.

Mrs. Nice, you told the police that my

sister checked out.

You are mistaken, Mr. Barlo. I told him

that on the morning of February 2nd, I

went to her room and found it empty. Her

bed not slept in, her luggage and car

gone, and her bill unpaid.

Well, you can put the charges on mine.

When was the last time you saw her?

On the evening of February 1st. It was

shortly before midnight. She'd been in

the lobby here dancing with some of the

guests. She seemed to be enjoying

herself.

Did any particular guest pay a special

attention to her?

And not that I noticed. Your sister kept

very much to herself.

You know why she came to Whitewood? It

is not my habit to inquire into people's

private business.

Would the fact that she was she was

investigating witchcraft have

antagonized anyone in the village?

Hardly. There have been other students

here. You know, beside your sister was a

very agreeable and likable young woman.

Well, have you any idea where she might

have gone?

None.

Thank you. Now, may I see the room?

As you wish. It is this way.

If you should need anything and I am not

at the desk, you have only to ring the

bell.

Thank you.

Hello.

I'm so glad you've come.

I saw your car outside the Ravens in

earlier. I wondered what had happened to

you.

I've been talking with Mrs. Nulis and

then I I took a walk around the village.

Find out anything?

Everyone here seems to be afraid of

something.

And you don't think it's just my

imagination?

I don't know. Who's to say where

imagination ends and truth begins? It's

It's nothing tangible. It's just the way

they look at you.

I felt it, too.

May I see the uh the book that Nan

borrowed?

Yes. I put a marker between the pages

where she must have stopped reading.

Just sit down and I'll tell my

grandfather you're here.

Thank you.

I warned you, Lucky.

Grandfather, this is Mr. Barl.

How do you do, sir?

God be with you.

Shall we sit where we'll be more

comfortable?

Here's your chair, Grandfather. You must

be tired.

I am very tired. I have little strength

left these days for the fight.

Won't you sit down? I'll make some

coffee.

The fight against what, Mr. Russell?

Against the evil that besets this

village. The people are creatures of the

devil. They know no other god.

You mean they worship Satan here today?

Satanism was never stronger than at the

present time. For 200 years, the people

of Whitewood have carried out rituals

that mock the church's teaching.

I find it very hard to believe, sir. I

do not doubt, my son. It is real enough.

For years, I struggled against the

witches. Their master took away my

sight.

Seems incredible.

I have tried to convince others. They

too found it unbelievable.

But I know these people have a pack with

the devil to worship him and do his

works. In return, he gives them eternal

life.

Eternal right. I and to seal this

bargain, they must sacrifice a young

girl on two nights of the year.

When are these nights, sir?

Candlem Eve and the witch's Sabbath.

Candle mass Eve. That's That's February

the 1st. And when is the witch's

Sabbath?

Tonight.

Now you know why I came to see you.

I had no idea it was so late. May I May

I have a rain check on the coffee? I'd

like to have a few words of Miss Nulis

again. Of course.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

I'll see you to the door.

God be with us.

Miss Russell, do you think that man's

disappearance is connected in some way

with these uh witches ceremonies?

Yes.

Well, I'd uh I'd like to come back later

if I may.

Please do. And my name is Pat. Oh,

mine's Richard.

I think I feel better now you're here.

Well, I'm I'm going to stay until I find

out what's happened to Nan. Take care.

Now, drink your coffee before it gets

cold.

You must not see that young man again

tonight.

Why not?

The devil comes in many disguises.

I'll get you a spoon.

And father, there's a bird in the

drawer.

It's got an arrow through it.

Go and look on the front door.

It's the spring of woodbine.

Shut the door. Shut the door quickly.

Grandfather, what does it mean?

Now listen, my darling. This is their

sign. The witch's sign.

What can we do? We must leave here.

Leave here immediately.

Stop.

Something's wrong.

He breaks the car.

Boo. own.

Hello. Hello.

Hello. I want the ravens in.

Yes. Mrs. Nulus.

Mr. Barlo.

That for me?

Yes.

Hello,

Dick. They come in terrible danger.

We've got to leave Whitewood once.

Danger? But from what?

We've got to leave.

Pat, please help me. Patricia

plant,

are you there?

What's happened, Mr. Russell? The

witches. The witches have petition.

Destroy the Mr. Russell. How? The shadow

of the cross.

Use the cross.

I adure thee, oh creatures of salt, by

the living God,

Mr. Russell.

Maitlin, math, what? What's happened?

Pat, Patricia.

Hello. Hello. Operator.

All

the

Children.

We are allowed.

Pat,

we've been waiting for you.

D. These are the dead who killed Nan.

Harlo.

Help me.

Come on.

Dicky

I

for

Maiteland,

get to a Cross. A cross. Shadow of a

cross.

Take take my wind.

Lift the cross

quick.

I'm given living God.

Black from the cross.

Come near.

Get the shadow off.

It comes nearer.

They will not fail. We must finish the

sacrifice.

Big words.

Wait. Wait for the hour of 13.

All right. Are you all right? I

think so.

Got to start a settle with Mrs. Nulis.

You stay here.

Godful

love. Oh

my

god.

So

in my