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All right, all right, if you believe that ghosts do not exist.

I didn't say they don't exist.

I just said I don't believe them.

And I don't believe there's anything wrong with the old hand that they said a

good bucket of paint and a little scrubbing couldn't fix.

Well, if you're so sure of that, why don't you put your money where your

mouth is and let's make a little bet?

Bet?

Boy,

do you want to lose something.

What's the point, Joe?

Come on, Rob.

Nice thing.

A bet, huh?

Yep.

Do you really dig this stuff?

I'm off to bet my Ferrari against your MG.

Ferrari? Yep.

Brand new Ferrari against my two-year-old MG.

It's a good car. I know how you feel.

All right, I'll buy.

What do I have to do?

Just spend the night.

Make sure there are no ghosts.

Look, Dick.

I'm dead serious.

Dad carries an automobile in the back. When it came to it, he turned it over to

me. Now, I can't sell it, I can't even rent it with all this ghost stuff.

So, you spend the night, and I'll let you decide if the place is haunted.

Now, let me get this straight.

All I have to do is spend the night, and if there are no ghosts, your beautiful

new Ferrari is mine?

If there are no ghosts.

Five bucks on Hank.

Sounds like you don't believe in ghosts.

Ten dollars, no? Backed up dick.

20 bucks on hand.

20 bucks.

Now we'll just leave the debt to price.

Do I have to do it alone?

I mean, can I invite a piece of bread?

No, why not?

That's even better. They'll be able to back you up.

No tricks.

I never thought of that. No tricks. Word about it.

All right.

What not?

I'll leave it up to you.

Tell you what.

You name the date, and I'll come by and help you get started.

But come dark, I'm gone.

Good enough.

What do you think about that?

Well? You're thinking crazy, both of you.

Would you spend a night at Hamming House?

Why not?

Your MG that's soon to be mine.

Hi, Jim.

My M.G. ready?

Will be this afternoon.

Good.

Are we going to win our bet?

Yeah, sure.

See you at the party.

I'm not coming.

Why not?

And Leehouse?

No, not me.

You too.

So they've been calling me a witch again.

No, I don't want to go alone, and I can't get anyone to go with me. I

thought maybe you might tell me something about the place and... You

foolish young people, I don't know anything about the place.

All I know is what talk there is, and the fact that about three years ago, Tom

and Annabelle Hanley just up and left without a word to anybody. After that,

all that ghost talk started up again.

Let's see, there's old Higgy. She spent a night out there, and she's been

nuttier than a fruitcake ever since.

Only two people made it through the night, though many have tried.

They usually leave after the first funny goings-on.

Two people spent the night. Who was the other?

Old Charlie Benton. He acted awfully funny afterwards.

And a few months later, they found him hanging from a rope in his garage.

He'd done himself in.

Yes, I remember.

Mother wrote me about it.

Whatever happened to Higgy and old Charlie, no one ever knew.

They wouldn't talk about it.

Higgy just rolls her eyes and babbles when you ask her.

The others had different stories.

As some heard babies crying, others felt cold hands and saw lighted candles

moving about.

They all had different experiences.

Well, that's about all I can tell you.

Except to be careful.

Where did the Hanleys go?

I don't know.

I heard from them.

But they never did like it here. Always talked about leaving.

They stayed mostly to themselves.

Funny thing, though.

They left everything in the house.

Sold off the livestock and just up and left.

I see.

You might ask... some of the new people who just moved here.

There are four or five families.

Oh, and there's a Miss Brown over on Temple Street.

She's a self-styled medium.

She might be interested.

Scientifically, of course.

Well, thank you, Miss Lucy.

Oh, I... I do hope you find what you're looking for. I hope I don't. Good day,

Miss Lucy.

Good day, Hank.

And the next time, don't wait so long before coming to see me. I'll make it a

point not to. Bye.

How's the bed going?

Can't get anyone to go with me.

That's too bad.

You wouldn't want to come along, would you?

I might.

Oh, I see we're going to have plenty of beer. There's a lot more outside.

What have you got in your hand? Oh, I'm making sure there'll be enough light.

Well, Hank, this is my cousin Sheila. She's staying for the party.

How do you do?

Come on in.

So this is Hanley House.

This is the library.

And then to there.

And this is the ballroom.

And the kitchen and dining room to there.

All in all, it's well laid out.

All the rooms leading to the toilet.

Was Mr. Henley an artist?

No, but the manager of this house was.

Mrs. Henley was always collecting rare pieces, and he let her have these.

Yes, it's Mrs. Haggard.

You look so real.

You knew them?

Yes.

Not very well.

I want you to meet Gabrielle. We thought we'd clean the place up a bit. She's in

the kitchen.

Gabby? This is Sheila.

Hello.

Gabby's at meet you.

She's not released. They're afraid of ghosts.

Hear anyone?

Not now.

No, thank you.

I'll finish the bedroom and all the lights out except in the hallway.

Okay, I'll take care of it. Goodbye very soon, Justin.

Hey, is Isabel spending the night?

No, sir.

By the time I'm home, she's nowhere near this house.

Isabel? No, I'm not suspicious, but I'm not crazy like a lot of people I know

either. There's a lot of funny things going on around this house, and I'm not

sticking around to see if it's one close or if it's ten.

Come night, Isabel will be happily touching her bed sleeping, like most

decent people ain't.

Not since I was a kid.

I know you do.

Or he's just trying to sell you the house. Sheila doesn't.

Now, there's three for and three against. We can't even get them to

charge me.

Well, count me out. I'm with Isabel.

You are afraid, aren't you?

Look, the best for you to spend the night.

We don't want any tricks, now do we?

Someone's moved the painting.

Here's where it belongs.

You're right.

Need any help?

Yes, those drapes need hanging.

Do you think anyone else will show up?

I doubt it.

He said he might come. He was still busy at the shop.

You know, I think we should have an agreement.

Morgan, you and Sheila long for the fun.

Gabby's here for research, and I'm here to win a bet.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

Now, I know Dick would keep his word that there'd be no tricks.

But then just about everybody in town knows we're here.

And somebody might decide to have a little fun with us.

Did it ever occur to you that someone might want people to think this place is

haunted? That someone might benefit by it?

Yes, but I didn't have time to check on it. Well, I can't imagine why.

I do think, though, that whatever happens, we should find out what it is

and where it comes from.

That's Pete.

Peter, would you get it, please?

Well, now, you see?

Hank, you mentioned an agreement.

Yes, I think we should agree that under no conditions... ...should anyone leave

before we all do.

And that will be in the morning.

Do you agree?

Agree. Me too.

What is it, Sheila?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, you look as if, pardon the expression, you just saw a ghost.

Well, it's funny, but when I stood in the doorway, it was so cold.

Cold.

Are you sure?

Yes, it felt like I'd stepped into an icebox.

Now, Sheila, it's too early for ghosts.

What time is it?

Oh, it's two minutes after six.

It was exactly six o'clock when the knock came. Six o'clock.

Gabby, I hope you get it all down.

It'll be good for your research.

Who ever heard of goat shooing up in the daytime?

Somebody is having some fun.

It is cold here.

Look.

What is it, Gabby?

It's the imprint of a spirit.

Someone is being very clever.

I think we've had a visitor from the other world.

It's a troubled spirit.

It may even be seeking revenge.

Here you are, the first little sign and you get all shook up.

Dinner's served.

You don't?

No.

It's not necessary that you believe me.

May I tell you something?

You have psychic will power.

I realized it when you first came to see me about coming here.

That's why I came.

You've met John Young?

Yes.

Yes, we'll be here.

Is that your mind, Edith?

Second time.

Bye, Isabel.

Soon we'll see my kids.

Has anyone seen my car keys?

No, I haven't seen your car keys.

Gabby, have you seen Nick's car keys?

No, I didn't see his car keys.

Morgan, did you see his keys? Oh, I didn't. Did you feel it? No.

Wait.

Weren't they on the table by Isabelle's thing? Oh, no.

Oh, they're gone.

Hmm.

Well, I guess you'll just have to spend the night.

You know,

it's almost 10 o'clock and our friend hasn't shown up yet.

Guess we scared him away.

Don't be too sure. The night's not over yet.

Blackjack.

Here, anyone?

Yeah. Here.

Oh, still up? None for me, thanks.

There, you got it. Come on.

That's what I'm talking about.

Have you been here long?

Only a few months.

They tell me you grew up around here.

Yes. Nice little town.

Nice people.

Getting nicer all the time.

Don't move.

Just above your head, a black widow spider.

Get something and kill it.

Well, where is it?

It's gone.

But it couldn't have just vanished.

But Morgan, there's a flashlight in the glove compartment in my car.

Get it.

Right.

No.

It was an aberration.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Let's clean up and call it a night.

Hank, can I use the flashlight? I want to look around a bit.

Sure, but don't stare at the light too far.

I'm proud of your light.

I'll take care of the lights upstairs.

Okay, we'll clean up down here.

Yes.

You want to check?

No.

Come on, Morgan. Stop it. Your hands are like ice.

Stop it, Morgan!

You're choking me! You're choking me!

It tried to choke me.

Its hands were ice cold.

They tried... It's all right.

Relax.

Now, who tried to choke you?

It did.

It did.

You didn't see who it was?

It wasn't anyone.

Just a pair of ice cold hands.

And the clock, it began to tick. And the painting here.

Thank you.

This is where she'll stay.

It's no trick.

Did you see anything outside?

No, nothing as quiet and peaceful as the cemetery.

That box, where did it come from?

an ordinary box to me.

But where did it come from?

Your jump is just a ball with a seal all around.

Wait, it doesn't belong to us.

Maybe something of a hand is left here. I think we'd better call it a night.

Our imagination seems to be working overtime.

Say, see you in the morning. Night.

Night.

Hank, there's no lock on our door.

We're just across the hall.

I suppose I am being foolish.

No, not at all.

You don't think there might be someone inside the house?

If it is someone, he's just trying to scare us.

I don't think we're in any real danger.

Unless it's a madman.

Sheila.

You're imagining things again.

Go to bed. Tomorrow we'll laugh about all this.

Hey.

You all right?

She thinks someone might be hiding inside the house.

Well, what do you think?

I should have checked while it was still light.

Honestly, never thought about it.

At any rate, I'm not going to go around looking for secret doors and hidden

passages this time around.

It's light.

And if it is someone inside the house, we'll take care of it.

And if it isn't?

Gaby, when did you first become interested in this?

They say you're a medium.

When I was a little girl.

I could see and hear things others couldn't. I could tell when things were

going to happen.

People thought I was just over-imaginative, and they laughed at

me. After a while, I kept things to myself.

And this thing, you really believe it?

It tried to kill me, you know.

Perhaps it tried to warn you, or even to tell you something.

But it choked me. It tried to kill me. I know it. You don't understand.

The spirits work in strange ways.

I can tell you this.

In all the psychic world, the spirit has never been known to kill anyone.

They may have driven them to kill themselves when they were justified.

But that box downstairs, I know it wasn't there before.

I didn't notice it myself before the hallway incident.

Gabby, you don't think there might be someone inside the house?

Listen, Sheila, the spirits are trying to communicate with us.

I believe they picked you as the contact.

But why me?

Why not you?

We don't question you.

You're the one they've chosen, and you must cooperate.

Don't fight them.

If you help, we may find out who this blowed up.

Bye.

Six.

Six. Seven.

She loves...

I don't want to go home.

Let's go down and stay in the library and try to stay the night.

We'll stay together.

Gabby? Yes?

Dick?

Morton? Yes?

Sheila?

All right.

Good girl.

Let's get dressed.

We most definitely have had a visitor from the other world.

All we have to do is wait for it to reveal itself and make its wishes known.

I feel we're on the verge of a genuine breakthrough.

Now's the time to make contact.

Oh, I've never felt more like having a say-off than I do at this moment.

I'm glad you decided to stay.

Well, I admit it's getting to me.

Patience.

I want to contact the spirits.

I'll need everyone's help.

Come, we'll sit at the table.

We're going to have a seance?

Yes.

May I just sit here and watch?

If you wish.

Now, once the seance has started, no matter what happens, you must do

nothing, absolutely nothing, to break the spell.

Do you all understand me?

Concentrate. Remember, Sheila, don't fight it.

Now, I want your complete attention.

We'll all hold hands.

Relax.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

Concentrate.

Relax.

Concentrate.

We're here at Hanley House.

We want to find out what's happening here.

Now you can open your eye.

Concentrate.

I'll contact my guide.

Is there anyone there who wishes to speak with anyone here?

Zizi?

Are you there?

Zizi?

Is there anyone there with a message for anyone here?

Oh, Nenta, go away. I don't want you. I want to talk with Zizi.

Nenta's a lowly spirit.

They're naughty, in fact.

Meta, was that you misbehaving here this evening?

Are you sure?

She says she's never been here.

Well, was it anyone else?

I mean, anyone I know?

She says only evil spirits come here.

Evil spirits?

Yes. They were evil in life, so they're evil in death.

It's no matter. You can't stay.

If you'll go away, I'll have a seance just for you.

Yes, very soon.

That's a good girl.

Yes, it was, and I... She's gone.

I have to heal her.

Oh, Zizi.

Zizi, can you tell me... Zizi?

Zizi!

She dashed away.

She seemed frightened.

I've never known a spirit to be frightened before.

Is there anyone there who wishes to speak with anyone here?

Is there anyone there who wishes to speak with anyone here?

Is there anyone there who wishes to speak with anyone here?

Is there anyone there who wishes to speak with anyone here?

It's on the card table.

It's not here.

What do you mean it's not there? I put it there.

Let's go.

You go.

I'm staying.

Come on, Gabby. You can research another time.

Dick, your car keys.

Hey, Hank.

My battery's dead.

So is mine.

What now?

We walk.

Come on, we'll take a shortcut.

This way.

We're going around in circles.

Yeah.

Come on.

Let's go back to the fork, take the other path.

This way.

It's Hanley House.

It's trying to communicate with us.

We'll go inside.

No.

We can't break the spell now.

No.

I'm not going back in there.

We have no choice.

We have no choice.

We'll try to communicate.

How?

When it knocks again.

In the name of the Lord, what do you want?

It made contact, but it doesn't want me.

Perhaps it's Sheila.

No, don't be afraid. I'll tell you what to say.

Repeat what I said.

In the name of the Lord, what do you want?

Now stop that. You behave yourself.

It was someone else.

Dick.

No, I don't want to.

You see, we do make contact, but Dick won't... Wait.

In the name of the Lord, what do you want?

What are you doing here?

We came because of you. Can you tell us what you want?

Down the cellar, in the southeast corner...

is buried.

In the garden beneath the rosebush you'll find

my head.

Then go into the attic.

In the trunk is the body of my wife.

In the square box by the door in the library

is her head.

If you will marry our bodies and heads together before the sun rises,

we'll never bother this house again.

In the cemetery down the road is an open grave

beside a The blood type is saving.

Bury our bodies and we will hunt this house no more.

Will you do this?

Don't argue.

Do the act.

Yes, we will.

of he who committed this hideous crime.

His soul shall not rest in peace.

His spirit is doomed to roam the countryside

through all eternity.

We've no time to lose.

What is it?

It's Hanley's voice.

Dick, get a couple of shovels from the tool shed outside.

Morgan, come with me.

You know, we can't do this. Yes, we can.

Well, I'm not going down there.

Come on. No.

I need your help.

Hey.

Come on.

It's the body, all right.

No.

Word.

It's me they want.

You?

I couldn't help it. I had to.

You had to.

I couldn't take it any longer.

They wouldn't let me go. All these years, they wouldn't let go.

It all began when we were boys together.

They were putting up a new schoolhouse.

One day, Tom Hanley and I and another boy was playing there.

The boy got down into the walled vaults.

There was a large tram of fresh cement nearby.

The tram tripped and spilled into the vault.

The boy was buried alive.

There was nothing we could do.

We just stood there, helpless.

Tom said it was my fault that I tripped the tram.

And nobody would believe it was an accident.

Because everybody knew I disliked that boy.

He said not to worry about it.

That he'd never tell.

That he'd protect me.

But he did want my new baseball bat.

That was the beginning.

All these years he's bled me.

My business, my inheritance must be close to $100,000.

One day I came by to have it out with him. I had enough.

The door was open, so I came on through to the kitchen.

I could hear them down here.

Tom's laugh stopped me on the stairway.

And then I saw it.

He and Annabelle sat there with a bag full of money, counting it, and laughing

about how their own private little bank paid off such good dividends.

Then he began to brag about how he found out I was going to leave town, that I

wouldn't get away.

See, he'd already sold off his livestock.

It was time for them to move on, too.

Annabel Giddens said, Tom Hanley, you're just too smart for Sam Morgan.

And he laughed long and loud.

And he told her just how smart.

How it was he who had tripped the tram and killed that boy.

I guess I must have gone mad.

The next thing I knew, I had the axe he'd lift on the stairs in my hand.

The box is not her head.

It's the money.

Where is her head?

I'll show you.

We have to go.

No, he'll find his way home. We've work to do.

I had to.

I had to.

I couldn't help it. I had to.

Okay? Yes.

We can all do with a good cup of coffee.

I'll make some.

Hand me that blanket over there.

I wonder where we should look for the other part.

Perhaps if something happened.

Once here...

There, the pain.

The fireplace.

Do you know how much money there is?

Do you want to count it?

We really haven't much time, you know.

It's odd.

I mean the way he just threw in Hanley's body.

And the care he took with Mrs. Hanley.

I think it's odd he's coming here tonight.

Perhaps the criminal returning to the scene of the crime.

He must have been mad.

I wonder where he hid the money.

We'll probably never, never know.

Coffee's ready.

Can we have it in here?

Now we need lumber.

Another hammer, a couple of saws, tape measure from the tool shed.

If we hurry, we can make it.

Morton's battery wasn't there. We could use this truck.

I have a feeling it'll work now.

You don't think we ought to notify the police?

No. There's four of us to tell what's happened. Afterwards, they can check all

they want.

For now, we do as we were told.

Hank, over here.

Stay back.

He's dead.

His neck's broken.