Cellar Dweller Page #3

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Then it was action

drawing, and, oh,

we can't forget your

stint as actress, can we?

You are a real Renaissance

woman, Amanda.

Well, careers are

organic, Whitney.

(ominous music)

What the hell is

she doing here?

The board of directors

fell in love with her.

We'll have to do something

about that, won't we?

You bet.

(thunder crashing)

(footsteps and snarling)

(frightening music)

(screaming)

(distant screaming)

(screaming intensifies)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming continues)

(screaming continues)

I'm sorry.

Did I wake you?

It's a great way to try

and cleanse out all the...

tension in my body.

I guess the others

are just used to it

and I'll have to he a little

bit more quiet for you.

(thunder rolls)

So what do you think

of our cosy college?

Well, the atmosphere

is nice, but, uh,

it's a bit stuffy

for my taste.

- You mean Amanda?

- Mm-hm.

I take it you two

are old friends.

Hardly.

I think that if I ever

had an enemy

in this whole world,

it would be Amanda.

We knew each other

in art school,

and she made every minute

of my first year miserable.

What do you mean?

Well, Amanda was the

hot thing on campus

when I first entered

the school.

Not that she was

very talented.

She was just great

at dazzling people

with all the bullshit.

(laughter)

Even though I was only

a first-year student,

my work ended up in

the same gallery show

as Amanda's and

I guess you could say

I garnered a bit more

attention than she did.

Amanda always

wanted everything,

even if it wasn't hers,

and, um...

she had a way

of taking things

that didn't belong to her,

and getting things that

she really did not deserve.

Mrs. Briggs has sure

warmed up to her.

Yeah, well like they say,

birds of a feather.

Anyway we're

not all that bad.

You get a chance to

talk to Phillip yet?

Yeah, he's a sweet kid.

(thunder crashes)

(giggling)

Oh, don't worry

about Mrs. Briggs.

Don't worry about Amanda.

Just keep busy and your

work will speak for itself.

Thank you, Lisa.

(eerie screech)

What is that?

That's the ghost

of Colin Childress.

Seriously, that's why the

cellar door is off limits,

is because he haunts the

scene of his gruesome crime.

Stop it.

Listen, I'm beat.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Okay, good night.

- Good night, kiddo.

(eerie moan)

(thunder crashes)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie music)

(Phillip):
Boo!

(Whitney screams)

on, God, Phillip,

you little sh*t!

I heard you love

to be frightened.

What are you

doing down here?

SWINE fin you.

Phillip, isn't it

past your bedtime?

(chuckling)

What are you

doing down here?

What the hell is this?

Phillip, this is the place

where Colin Childress

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