Death Spa Page #4
We take a drive by the club
so I can pick up my things.
See you, have fun.
What are you doing tonight?
You want to come with us?
- Yeah.
- Goodnight.
- What time?
- Oh, about an hour or so.
See you later.
I'll come over
and pick you up.
- I'll meet you.
- Okay, great.
- See you. Bye-bye.
- See you later.
They're going to
lock you in, Marci.
I'll get out.
Ah!
Ow...
I'm not much help
to you, am I?
Do you see the one with
number 22 on the door?
Oh yes, here.
Okay.
Give me a minute
to get to my office
so I can turn the
security lock off
and then you can open.
I'm not going anywhere.
Michael?
Who is it?
Michael?
Hi, Michael.
How do you like my costume?
Bad taste, Darla.
Whenever I'm in the club
and even sometimes
when I'm in this house,
I feel a presence.
It's Catherine.
Even in death,
she still has a hold on you.
I feel like she's
reaching out somehow
and causing all this trouble.
It's the dreams,
the accidents,
and those messages
on my computer.
I don't know.
Goodnight, sweetheart.
This cigarette case
was found in the rubble
of the mansion
in upstate New York that
burnt to the ground
under mysterious circumstances
at the turn of the century.
It belonged to the
matriarch of the family
who had come over from Europe
in the middle 1 7th century
and built the first
house on the site.
Oh, she was murdered by
her youngest daughter,
beheaded with an ax.
Four subsequent houses
have burned to the ground.
There is no longer a house.
The present owner has tried to
farm the land on which it stood
but nothing will grow.
It is a barren,
dead piece of earth.
Cigarette?
I don't smoke.
What I've just demonstrated
is called psychometry,
the ability to acquire,
while in contact with an object,
paranormal knowledge
of its history
or previous owners.
How does this all help me?
You did bring an object
belonging to your late wife,
Mr. Evans?
Ah, Catherine.
Ah, and a beautiful
marriage it was, too,
until she went into labor
with your child
and something happened
to her lower spine,
a cripple growing
progressively more bitter
and depressed.
Jealous, too. Of you?
Without justification.
After she lost the baby,
I couldn't reason with her.
And then, one day,
she went into the garden,
doused herself with gasoline
and set herself on fire,
burned to unrecognizable ashes.
All of which was in
the news a year ago.
You're going to have to do
better than that, Dr. Moray.
Ah...
A bird's nest.
That's what she thought
of your family,
like a bird building its nest,
the mama bird,
the papa bird,
and the baby.
Then why would
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