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Subtitles: Ron 'themummy' Mansfield

This looks like it.

Darling, this is the one that's 2,500.

The price is ridiculous, it must be falling to bits or something.

- Let's go have a look while were here.

- Yeah, there's no board outside.

Yes, look: "Orchard Cottage".

Stop!

Yes, here we are.

Wow, this can't be it.

Can't buy a house like that for 2,500!

Well, you never know. Lets go and see!

It's not this one ...

Here we are, Orchid Cottage.

It doesn't seem to fit.

I think we come to the wrong place, there must be another Orchid Cottage.

I'm terribly sorry! We've seem to have made a mistake.

Were looking for a house for sale.

Orchid Cottage.

Uh, were from London, the agents.

- This is Orchid Cottage - We thought it was empty.

- It is. I just come in sometimes.

Can we have a look around? - Of course.

Would you like to see the kitchen first?

Thank you.

What a lovely, big kitchen!

What do they cook by? Gas? - No. There was no gas.

Everything was done by electricity.

- Ah, it's wonderful! Isn't it, Alan? - Yes ...

What's out there?

Ladder, the wash room.

Living rooms this way.

It's a wonderful room!

There must be some mistake. It's fantastic!

Yes. Let's have a look at the paper again.

There you are. It says 2,500.

- Can we see upstairs? - Yes.

You don't mind if I don't come with you?

No, no we can find the way.

You'll find the lights work.

The electricity is still on. - Thank you.

- ... Caretaker?

- Caretaker? Just look at this dust. It hasn't been disturbed for years.

Heh! Come and look at this.

Well?

I don't get it. The price is absurd!

This place must be worth at least 6,000.

There must be some big snag that we don't know about.

It would have to be hell of a big snag to put me off, darling.

It's a dream house!

All right. Come on, let's see what we can find out from her.

We've been upstairs. It's wonderful, exactly what we've been looking for.

There's, uh just one thing though ...

but do you know there selling this place for 2,500?

I mean that's ridiculous, unless there's some catch in it.

The place doesn't flood out or anything, does it?

No, it's high ground. There's no question of that.

There must be something. I mean, people usually don't give places away.

There's no aerodrome nearby or atom plant, rocket launching site?

Not that I know of.

Why has the place been empty for so long?

I don't know.

Many people have looked at it, but no ones taken it.

Oh, darling! Why worry?

Perhaps it's just our luck!

We found the perfect house, let's just grab it!

I suppose it could be no one has taken it because of the ghost.

- Ghosts? - Why is there one?

Didn't they tell you at the agency?

Fascinating! All this, and ghosts too!

- You do not believe in them then? - I'm afraid we don't.

We would like to hear about it. Won't you tell us?

If you like.

Oh, yes we should be interested if were not keeping you.

No! I've plenty of time.

First I must tell you a little about the house itself.

It was originally a farmhouse.

Some years ago, it was bought by a man named Mark Lemming,

an electrical engineer.

He converted it into what it is now.

He recently married and brought his wife to live here.

A younger man, a friend of the husbands,

was a frequent visitor.

So frequent in fact that ...

he more or less lived here with them.

There was gossip in the village that he and the wife ...

were a bit more than friendly.

No one was surprised when they disappeared.

People thought they'd run away together.

Mark Lemming lived on here by himself.

Most of the time he spent experimenting

in the workshop he had built out at the back.

He kept very much to himself, had very few visitors.

One day, about six months after his wife disappeared ...

Oh, Mr Hersey!

- Uh, What's up ? - I don't suppose it's anything,

but Mr Lemming hasn't taken his milk for three days.

- Oh! - Maybe he's sick, or something? - Hmmm.

Mr Lemming?

Go and try the front door.

Mr Lemming? Mr Lemming? Are you all right, Mr Lemming?

There's no reply.

There's a light burning in the hole though, and there's a dog barking.

Mr Lemming? Mr Lemming? Is there anyone up there?

It's the constable here, sir!

Out the back I think.

Stay where you are! Don't touch anything.

He'd been dead three days.

- Electrocuted. - You mean he committed suicide?

Who can say?

The coroners verdict was ... accidental death.

- How terrible!

- Where does the ghost come in? - I'm coming to that.

A distant relative inherited the house.

Sold up the furniture and all electrical gear,

put the house up for sale.

Then one day a young couple came along. Very much like you two.

Fell in love with it, and bought it.

They redecorated it and moved in.

At first,

all went well, and they were very happy.

Then ...

things began to happen.

Harry!

- Harry, It's done it again! - Oh no! I don't believe it.

- You better try the bulb, I think. - Yes.

That's all right.

I'll look at the fuse box.

- Go get the torchlight, darling. - Oh, alright.

Well, there's nothing wrong with the fuses . - What about this box here?

That's the main fuse box.

If that went wrong, the lights in the house would go out.

It must be something to do with the wiring in that room.

You should just have to watch the television in the bedroom this evening.

Well, look at that. There working again.

It beats me.

It must be some fault in the wiring in the wall.

Well get a man over in the morning to look at it.

I don't know. There's nothing the matter here.

There must be something wrong!

I checked the connections to the plugs and the wall sockets.

I've out the switches and all the lamp holders, there all right.

Frankly, short of tearing all the wiring out the wall, there's nothing else I can do.

If you don't find out the trouble, that's exactly what we will have to do.

Make a hell of a mess of your nice new decorations.

I don't know ... Let's hope it's all right now.

Well, I'm just going to make some coffee. Do you like some ?

Oh, thank you. I wouldn't say no, ma'am.

After that, they had no more trouble with the lights.

And they thought the faults, whatever it was,

had cured itself.

But had it?

- Harry. - Oh, no. Not again ...

Get the torch, darling.

I think I found something.

All right, go and have a look now.

- No, it's not working. - Try wiggling the switch about.

Joan, what happened? What's the matter?

Darling, what happened? What's wrong? - There's a man, there's a man over there by the window!

There's nobody there, darling.

Don't be frightened. Tell me what happened.

Well he was there.

Well, I came into the room it was dark ...

I jiggled the lamp switch, like you said I was to and

then suddenly the lamp came on right in my face,

well I was dazzled for a second,

and I saw this man standing over there by the window.

First I couldn't believe my eyes, and then

he held out his hand and he started to come towards me,

and the lamp went out and I don't know what I did ...

- Darling, where was he exactly over? - Over by the window.

Well, he didn't go out the window.

If he came out of the door, I would have seen him.

There's nowhere in the room for him to hide.

This window is closed and locked from the inside.

Darling, are you sure you saw this man?

- It wasn't just some ...

I promise you I saw him, I saw him as clearly as I see you now.

Well I could describe him minutely.

Harry, he must be in the house.

He must have got out of this room before you came out of the kitchen.

But darling, you would have seen him!

But I wouldn't, because when the lamp went out, I couldn't see anything.

- You must call the police. - What are we going to tell them?

Tell them there's a strange man in the house, that's all.

If there's a strange man in house, I'll find him!

Oh, your not to leave me, not for a second.

- What do you want me to do? - I want you to call the police.

All right then.

Yes? What?

No, I can't hear you. What?

Shut that beastly thing off! Go on, Joe! Do as your told!

What are you doing here at this time of night? Get to bed all of you.

Now what? Yes, he's here.

It's for you.

Hello?

Yeah.

Oh, right away.

I have to go out again ...

Orchid Cottage. Burglars, I think.

Oh, do they. Well don't you get mixed up with no burglars,

They're nasty, dangerous people.

If you take your time, maybe when you get there they'll be gone.

Right, Maggie.

Well, there's nobody hiding in the house, ma'am.

But if you're quite sure you saw someone,

I'll telephone Barnstaple and have a CID man come out tomorrow morning.

Now if you'll allow me, I'd just like to take a few particulars.

Yes, of course.

The next morning the police made a thorough examination of the garden.

But there were no traces that anyone had got into the house.

You think I imagined it, don't you?

- No, of course not, darling. - Yes, you do.

You think I'm a silly, hysterical woman.

- No, don't be stupid ... - Yes, you do.

Well I know I saw that man.

I saw it as clearly as I see you now,

and no one's going to talk me out of it.

What about that lamp that keeps going out?

You can't say that's natural.

God, I know there's something funny about this house.

I felt it right from the beginning.

Your not trying to tell me you don't like the house now?

- I don't know ... - Come on, don't be ridiculous, darling.

I'll tell you what I do think.

I think what you thought was a man

was some strange reflection you saw

when you were blinded by the light coming on for a moment.

And as for the light, when it happens again we'll have the whole room rewired.

If that doesn't work, then maybe we'll talk about leaving then. Hmm?

All right.

Do you have to go on watching this stuff?

- I thought you wanted to watch it. - I thought you wanted to.

No, well switch it off.

Harry! Harry!

- That's the man I saw! - What man?

The man I saw in this room, the man I saw in the window!

- Oh, do stop it darling... - Oh, look, Harry!

You can ring up and find out who it is.

All right, if it makes you feel any better I will.

Pass me the TV Times.

Hello, can I speak with someone connected with the program going out now please.

Oh, Mr Scott, there's a call for you. I've had it put through there.

- I think it's a complaint. - Well, already ?

Don't look at me. I didn't write the script.

Hello?

Yes.

There must be some mistake. There was no close-up of a ...

Well, of course I'm sure!

You must have switched to the BBC or something.

Well I'm sorry, there was no such close-up as you described.

All right, thank you, goodbye.

But who was it?

He says there's no man on the program at all.

But we both saw him!

Yes, I know. he says we might have switched to the BBC for a moment, some fault in the set.

- What were they showing? - That's an idea.

It's a cartoon program.

Well at least you can't say it was my imagination this time.

Well, there is nothing wrong with the set whatever.

There's only one possible explanation for this,

sometimes there are freak receptions.

Pictures picked up from America even, no one knows quite why.

It had something to do with cosmic radiation and reflections from the heavy side layer.

So if that was the case, wouldn't other houses in the immediate neighborhood have picked it up as well?

- With a similar certain arrow, yeah. - Yeah, I thought of that myself.

This morning I rang up all the houses in the vicinity,

there aren't many but several of them had sets identical to mine,

and not one of them had seen the picture of the man, or had there program interrupted in any shape or form.

Well I don't understand it so there's nothing wrong with our set.

- Shall I put it back? - I suppose you'd better.

After that as you can imagine,

Both Mrs Trevor and her husband were really shaken.

She wanted to leave the house at once.

But since they'd spent so much money on it he wasn't keen to give it up.

I think at the back of his mind he felt that someone was playing a

trick on them, to get rid of them for some reason or other.

so as a last resort they

decided to call in a psychic investigator.

- You mean a ghost hunter?

Sort of, yes.

The reason I find this case so fascinating is the television angle.

I've always regarded the television screen as the obvious medium

for extrasensory communication and there it actually happened!

I can't tell you how grateful I am to you both for letting me in on it.

I'm afraid I can't share your enthusiasm.

The whole thing as created absolute chaos.

My wife has been scared stiff,

the stories got out of the village and the daily helpers quit.

Personally, I don't believe in ghosts or

supernatural manifestations, whatever it is.

Anyway what on earth do you mean by extrasensory perception?

You know it's fairly simple.

the normal sensory perceptions of those we receive through

the eyes, the ears and the senses of touch and smell.

Any perceptions we receive outside these are called extrasensory.

You've almost certainly experienced some yourself. - I'm quite sure I haven't.

What about dreams? Don't you ever dream?

- Yes, of course I do. - There you are then!

You see things in dreams just vividly as you do in waking hours,

but your eyes are closed.

You see things, but not through your eyes.

Am I right?

Presumed.

Has anybody ever punched you on the nose?

It's all right, I'm not going to.

Charming.

I'm asking you a question.

Have you ever been punched on the nose?

Well, I used to box and I was in the army.

- And did you see stars? - Frequently.

And do you believe that actual stars

physically developed in front of your eyes?

- No, of course not. - But you saw them, didn't you?

When in point of fact they weren't there at all.

Please go on Mr Burdon, I'm most interested.

Thank you, Mrs Trevor.

You will see what I'm getting at in a minute.

Do you know what an encephalograph is?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Well, it's a delicate machine for measuring thought impulses emitted from the brain.

You mean the lie detector?

Well, that's a simple adaptation of the machine.

The principle of it is this.

Electrodes are connected to different parts of the brain.

You mean they have to make holes in peoples heads?

No, not with this machine.

Do shut up, darling.

Now if it's possible to measure electric impulses

going out of the brain, generated by certain emotions.

When you will not accept the fact,

that the system can be reversed?

And that certain electrical impulses can be put

into the brain, causing corresponding emotions?

Yes, but we haven't got an encep... what's it...

- Encephalograph.

But in this case, you don't have to have one.

These are outside currents.

These currents are here, amongst us,

around us, all the time.

Listen, you have accepted that an electric impulse,

from the brain, under emotion, can be measured.

Well, after all the machine has proved that, hasn't it?

Now look, what happens when you throw a pebble into a pond?

It gets wet.

Good for you ... and the water?

Ripples?

Exactly. And those ripples go on until they get to the the edge of the pond, don't they?

Yes, presumably.

But supposing there's no edge of the pond,

supposing it just goes on forever.

What happens to the ripples then?

- They would go on forever as well. - Precisely!

So we have reached a point where I think we agree.

That an electrical impulse emitted from the brain,

under emotion will create a wave that will go on forever.

Yes.

And the stronger the emotion, the stronger the waveform.

So, if we have a receiver sufficiently sensitive,

we can pick up these waves or vibrations,

and convert them back into corresponding emotions.

Yeah, but we haven't got one ... a receiver I mean.

That's where your so wrong.

We have. You are one of those instruments,

and so you too particularly, Mrs Trevor.

I've shown you how the brain can pick up extrasensory perceptions,

now that's precisely what you two have been doing.

The lights, the man, the image on the TV

have all been extrasensory perceptions,

caused by the vibrations existing in this room.

Why only in this room?

Because it is in this room that the original, violent emotion causing those vibrations took place.

The ceiling, the walls, all are in tune with them.

How awful!

I think it's a lot of nonsense.

I'm sorry.

Well then I should just have to give you visual proof that's all.

Uh, the business of this light going out ...

When does it happen?

Well, we never really know. About 9 o'clock, but not every night.

Hmm. Yeah, I shall like to have seen that.

I can't stay. I've got some other inquiries to make.

Look, I wonder if you'd do something for me, would you?

Excuse me a moment ... Thank you.

Now, you see this?

I want you to leave it exactly as it is now,

and when the light goes out, I want you to lift this lever.

See that lever there? Just lift it up,

but be sure that the light is out before you touch the lever.

And then telephone me, would you.

Let me see. - What is it?

- This thing, what is it? - It's a recording camera.

- Camera? What are you expecting it to photograph? - I really wouldn't know!

You think he'll come back, don't you?

- You expect it to photograph that man. - No, we should just have to wait and see, aren't we?

It's after nine nothings happened.

Oh, it's getting cold in here.

Beginning to wish we hadn't started all this.

Your idea to get that character down here.

Personally, I think we need our heads examined.

What's his number? - Fairwell 1923.

Now I've got the proof I spoke about

but I don't think your going to like it.

The camera I left you with had an outer sensitive film, and these are the photographs it took.

You are absolutely certain that the light

was out before you set it going?

- Yes of course. - And take a look at this ...

You see, the negative is fully exposed

and the filaments of the lamp are burning brightly.

I'm positive that lamp was was off when that photograph was taken.

Oh let's hope it will be off again tonight.

This is one final test I want to make.

Can you by any chance lay your hands on an oil lamp of any sort?

- Yes, we've got one in the garage.

Hmm, it seems to be all right. Now this one...

This meter shows the current flowing through the light.

When the lights on, as it is now,

the needle is deflected.

When the lights off, the needle returns to zero. See ...

Now all we have to do is to wait.

- How many do you want ? - I'm sorry. Three.

Three.

Dealer takes three.

- Right. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, bet a penny.

Come over here.

The lights out, but the currents

still flowing. The needles deflected.

Now it's on again, and there is no variation in the reading.

The force of the vibrations has only power to affect the electric lamp.

Not the oil lamp, which remained alight.

And that, Mr Trevor, is the visual proof that I promised you.

That lamp does not go out.

It only appears to do so to us in this room.

Now the former owner of this house,

the scientist that was electrocuted three years ago.

Was a man obsessed by electronics,

all his thoughts, all his energies, were directed towards things electrical.

And at the time of his death,

he was enagaged on experiments for inducing

artificial visual sensations, straight into the brain ...

without the use of the eyes.

But what is all this to do with the lamp going out?

Well my theory about that is this.

The vibrations in this room,

which created in us the the phenomena of the light going out,

and for you two, the image of the man on the TV screen,

was originally generated in that mans brain.

Now in order to put that theory to the test

I want to hold a seance in here with a medium,

just to try to and discover something more about the circumstances of that mans death.

No. No, I'd rather you didn't.

There are some things I think we'd better not know.

Do you recognize that man?

It's the man on the TV screen.

Exactly. It's a photograph of Mark Lemming.

The scientist who was electrocuted in this house.

Now, do you see why we have to have this seance?

- It's pretty around here, isn't it? - Oh yes, it's lovely. - Delightful.

Oh Hello. Well you see I managed to persuade Mrs Bucknall to come.

- So I see. You'd better come in. - Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mrs Trevor. May I introduce Mrs Bucknall. - Mr and Mrs Trevor.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- Would you like to come upstairs and take your coat off? - oh thank you, I should like that.

What a very pretty house you have, my dear.

It must be so lovely to have a garden.

I have always wanted a garden. We live in Glasgow ...

- May I get the room ready now? - Yes, of course ...

I say all that, you can't be serious about that woman.

- What do you mean? - She is not my idea of a medium.

What is your idea of ​​a medium?

Someone who wears a pointed hat and arrives on a broomstick?

Don't be ridiculous!

You know the only thing that makes a medium different

is by some freak accident of nature,

they're super sensitive to vibrations

which are beyond the normal range of people.

It's an entirely a physical attribute,

like exceptional eyessight, ultra acute hearing

and you know shes probably one of the most sensitive mediums in the world,

we're very lucky she agreed to come along.

Would you draw those curtains for me?

Why do we really have to do that, I mean why does it have to be in the dark?

Uh, it doesn't, but in a subdued light, the mediums thoughts are less distracted.

Ah! There we are!

Who is that man over there?

That man by the curtains.

Theres nobody there, Mrs Bucknall. Only the four of us.

I thought I saw a man.

I don't like this room, Mr Burdon.

I don't want to go on.

I had a feeling I should never have come and now I'm sure.

You woudn't let us down, Mrs Bucknall.

So much depends on this seance, you will help us, won't you?

Very well,

but only as a favor to you, Mr Burdon.

Thank you. Come on.

- Am I to sit there? - Yes, if you would.

- I'll fix some of these cushions for you ... - Thank you.

- Is that quite comfy? - Yes, thank you.

- Right. Are you ready, Mrs Bucknall? - Yes, quite ready, Mr Burdon.

Ahh! Quiet please.

Whatever you see, whatever you hear

keep absolutely still.

Any sudden noise or movement could be dangerous to the medium.

I am in a room ...

A sort of workshop.

There are machines and instruments.

I do not understand.

There is a man.

Sally?

Hang on, Sally. Quiet, quiet.

Good girl.

Sally, biscuit.

Now you're going to see something.

It works ... It works!

My theory is right.

In a few days I should be ready for your help.

Sally, you may not know it, but one these days you'll be more famous than Rin Tin Tin.

Mark. Mark!

Oh, come on.

If he thinks I'm going to get mixed up in his horrible experiments

he's got another thing coming.

Clive, what are we going to do?

I like that, your asking me, when I've been

imploring you for months to come away with me.

And what would we use for money?

I could soon get a regular job.

I suppose you could.

I suppose I could cook,

down your socks and do the weekly wash.

No darling, I'm afraid it wouldn't work.

Mark's a rich man, you know that don't you?

That last accident he had, when he nearly electrocuted himself,

damaged his heart.

Another shock, even a minor one would ... kill him.

Would you love me any less if I were a wealthy widow?

- We might have to wait for years. - Yes.

But I'm not going to wait.

Mark must have another accident, a fatal one.

I've thought out how it can be arranged.

You love me enough to help me?

You mean that we should kill him?

What else do you think it means?

There is no other way.

- You must see that. - We'd never get away with it.

We could you know.

I think I found a way.

- Does anything occur to you? - No, should it?

Haven't you ever heard of people electrocuting

themselves in baths by, touching the electric fire?

- Yes, but I've never known why.

It happens when there's a leak to earth.

Do you know what that means? I don't.

No, but we could find out.

So we could fix the fire so that there is a leak?

Why not?

Well, even if we did, how are we going to get Mark to be

so obliging to stand in the bath and grab hold of the fire?

We don't have to.

Look, Mark reads in the bath, sometimes for hours.

When it gets cold, he switches on the fire by reaching up and pulling this cord.

If we could make this knob alive ...

Look, I'm pretty dim where electricity is concerned,

but the police aren't, they'd spot it at once.

No, they wouldn't.

Not if we put it all back as it was before.

They'd just think he had a heart attack. They know he's got a weak heart.

Suppose we did do it ...

How are we going to find out the way to change the wires?

Yes ... Yes that's the only problem isn't it?

Well it's quite simple ...

- You, uh, pull this cord here - You know I know absolutely nothing about electricity.

I've read so many times about people being electrocuted,

it's always put me off having a fire in the bathroom.

Well there's no need to worry about that with this fire metal.

I expect thats what the people thought who were electrocuted.

How is it there have been so many fatal

accidents with fires and bathrooms?

Well, because the equipment has been faulty

and there's been a leak to earth.

What is a leak to earth?

Well, so one side of the current touches the frame of the fire.

- What? - Let me try and show you.

Now here we have a standard three pin plug ...

Hello? Yes. Lemming here.

Oh yes, of course!

Good, good that's excellent!

When I come up this afternoon and bring my latest notes with me.

Splendid!

What's he playing at?

Mark, give us back our shoes!

All right, you've had your joke. I don't think it's very funny.

- I'm sorry you didn't like it. - Please give them back!

Oh, I can't do that yet.

It's only the first part of the joke.

Look Mark, I'm not in the mood for any nonsense.

Give us back our shoes!

Clive, will you and go get some others, you know where I keep mine. -Yes, of course.

Just a minute, Clive.

You may very well know where my wife keeps her shoes,

but I wouldn't touch that door handle if I were you.

Oh, and why not?

Because it might be the last thing you ever touched.

What's the matter with you? Have you gone out of your mind?

Oh, I don't think so.

If you were to touch that handle, the same thing

might happen to you as would have happened to me.

... if I had switched on the bathroom fire.

What on earth are you talking about?

Only about the little joke that you prepared for me.

Look, I don't know what all this is about, but whatever it is I don't think it's funny.

Oh, don't you, Clive? I do. I think it's very funny.

Because the laugh would certainly have been on you.

You don't suppose for a moment that Stella would

have stuck to you once she got the money, do you?

Will you please tell us what all this is about?

And why bother to keep it up? You're wasting your time, both of you.

Listen ...

'But I'm not going to wait. Mark must have another accident,'

'a fatal one' ...

'I thought out how it can be arranged' ...

- I don't think we need to hear any more, do we?

I was wondering how you proposed to do it.

It was most ingenious.

It was only the merest fluke that it didn't come off.

The telephone rang at the essential moment.

You might say I was ... "saved by the bell"!

All right, so you know.

- What are you going to do about it? - Well I could hand you over to the police.

And the evidence?

- That proves nothing. - Your quite right, it doesn't.

Anyway, I never seriously thought of the the police.

I think this is something that we should settle between the three of us, don't you, Clive?

Yes, I do.

Look, Stella and I will clear out, and you'll never see us again.

Oh, come now! That's hardly fair.

After all you did try to kill me. I think I'm entitled to some compensation.

What do you mean by that?

Well, I think I ought to be allowed to have a go at you two.

But then don't look so alarmed, Clive.

It's just a little game I've arranged.

- A game?! - Yes, a game.

Getting you to take your shoes off was a part of it.

A very essential part.

Go on.

Well you see just before I came in here I switched

on a high voltage generator in my workshop.

One lead from which, the positive, is led to this carpet.

The other lead, the negative, is connected to various objects and fittings in this room,

such as the door handles.

If you should be standing on the carpet and happen to touch one of these objects,

you'll get a shock that will undoubtedly kill you.

That's why I had to get your shoes off.

You can't frighten me.

The carpets not a conductor of electricity.

Normally no, but you'll find this one is.

You see, I sprayed it all over with a solution of salimoniac that makes it a very good conductor.

Whether you believe me or not, you'll soon find out.

And since your so knowledgeable about electricity, my dear

don't be tempted into thinking you can insulate

yourself by standing on the cushions or wrapping the curtains around your feet,

because I sprayed them too.

I even had the chance to have a go at your clothes.

So you should find my game very interesting,

and don't be fooled by this.

I have on thick rubber soles.

You don't believe all that nonsense, do you? He's bluffing!

Oh, don't be a fool!

- Lets test it first. - How?

I know ... this.

Supposing it is alive.

It'll be all right if I keep this end on the ground.

Thank God I stopped you. He's insane, he must be!

- What are we going to do? - There isn't anything we can do.

We just have to stay here until Mrs Lee comes in the morning.

She won't come. She started a holiday yesterday.

- Nobody will come for two weeks! - Well, someboady's bound to turn up! A tradesman or ...

- The phone ... He's forgotten the phone!

- Were all right! - No, don't touch it.

It may be alive.

Wait a minute.

Thank God, it's safe!

Hello?

How are you getting on?

It's quite a problem, isn't it?

Never mind, I thought I'd just let you know that this game has a time limit.

If you're not out of this room by midnight tonight,

I'm afraid you'll have had it anyway.

Dialing tone! The dialing tone, he's forgotten to switch over!

Get on to someone before he comes back!

- What's the police number? - Dial 100 and ask for the police.

-Aahhh! - Oh, No! ...

Aahhh! No! No! No!

Under the workshop floor, under the workshop floor ...

Get some brandy, would you.

Thank you.

Open those curtains, please.

Oh, I feel so strange.

Did it go off all right?

- Was it a successful seance? - Yeah.

Oh, you know I would like a cup of tea.

- My God, what a terrible story!

But how do you know all this?

What happened in the end?

Did they look under the shed? - Oh, yes.

They dug under the shed. - Well, did they find anything?

Yes.

They found the body of Clive Mayhew.

But the woman? Did they find her body too?

No.

Her body was never found.

Some people say she's ...

walled up somewhere in this house.

What's the matter with the lights?

It's like I said ...

the lights still go up and down ...

You see ...

This ... is the room.