Cellar Dweller

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(exciting music)

(distant barking)

(wolves howling)

(quiet folk music playing)

(suspenseful music)

(snarling)

Okay...

Word balloon for you.

What's that?

(ominous music)

Let's see.

"He who has wisdom

wonders not of the Beast,

"for nothing in Hell lives

without man's consent."

"Woe unto you that

gives the Beast form.

"To contemplate evil

is to ask evil home."

"Contemplate."

To contemplate is to ask...

evil... home.

(low growling)

(growling intensifies)

(chuckling)

(screaming)

(frightening music)

(roaring)

(screaming continues)

Good God!

(screaming and roaring)

(glass shattering)

(screaming continues)

(loud crashes)

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(wind howling)

(low growl)

(heavy breathing)

(low growl)

(growling intensifies)

(electrical crackle)

(man gasps)

(roaring)

(frantic music)

(pained grunting)

(rasping and choking)

(inhuman scream)

(triumphant music)

(screaming continues)

(gagging and wheezing)

(frightening music)

(screaming)

(distorted laughter)

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(soft rock music)

(wind howling)

(thunderclaps)

This is it, lady.

Can I help you

with your things?

No thanks.

I've got it.

You know, there's a lot of

talk in town about this place.

Kind of creepy talk.

A lot of weirdoes, well,

they come and go.

- Know what I mean?

- Yeah.

A couple of people were

murdered here back in '55.

I was a kid then,

but I remember

like it was yesterday.

My mother,

she would just say,

"Stewart, you steer

clear from that place.

"Understand?

It's a bad place."

- The meter's-

- In fact, uh,

just a month ago I picked

a fellow up from here.

Well, he told me a hell of

a lot of bizarre stories.

Oh, hey, thanks.

Are you an artist?

Yes, yes, here you go.

I'm a cartoonist.

Ah, I see.

Well, listen, you just watch

out for yourself in there, lady.

This place attracts

all kinds of trouble.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Sure you don't want

any help with that?

' NO. no, I got it.

- Okay.

Boy, those broads'll

chew your ear off.

(thunder crashing)

(eerie music)

(thunder rolling)

Hello?

Hello?

"WING! here?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I frighten you?

Yes, you scared me

half to death.

- You must be Mrs. Briggs.

- That's right.

Hi, I'm Whitney Taylor.

We met two years ago at the

Rhode Island School of Design.

You lectured on Classicism

and the decline of

pop art in America.

Oh, I remember.

You were the heckler

in the first row.

Well, actually

I was just offering you

a different point of view.

So to speak.

Well, shall we get on with it?

I'm sorry?

The interview.

Would you shut

the door, please?

I love to be frightened.

As a child I collected every

issue of Cellar Dweller

no matter how hard they

were to track down.

I'm not surprised.

Well, my parents disapproved,

so I had to hide the comic

books under my bed and...

I'd read them only late

at night by flashlight.

I'd read about towns

besieged by vampires and

men transformed

into hideous beasts

by the waxing

of the full moon.

How inspiring.

Exactly, well, that's how

I got into drawing.

So now you've taken it

upon yourself to

follow in the footsteps

of your idol, hm?

- Colin Childress.

- That's my dream.

As you can see the first

few sketches are just copies

of Childress' work.

I was just really

learning how to draw,

and the rest, of course,

are my own.

Mrs. Briggs, I want to create

a whole new comic book

in the tradition

of Cellar Dweller.

Well, what better place to

be inspired than here in the...

house that Colin Childress

lived and worked in?

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