House by the Cemetery

1

[Wolf Howling]

[Child Crying, Faint]

Steve?

Steve, are you dressed?

Hey, come on. It's late.

I gotta get home.

I don't want to be put

on restriction again.

Steve?

[Creaking]

[Creaking Continues]

[Squeaking]

[Squeaking Continues]

Steve?

Are you there?

Listen, if you're trying to scare me,

I don't think it's very funny!

This place gives me the creeps.

Steve, I warn you- I'll never

come here with you again!

Steve, come on.

Where are you?

[Squeaking Continues] Hey, if you don't quit

it, I swear I'm gonna split without you!

Steve!

Steven, where are you?

Please answer me.

[Squeaking Continues]

Steve!

[ Footsteps]

[Door Creaking]

[Whimpering]

[Screaming]

[ Footsteps]

[Creaking]

[Woman]

Bob?

Bob? Bob, where are you?

Bob?

[Sighs]

Honey, you still have to

pack away your toys.

Now which ones

you gonna take with you?

Bob, I'm talking to you.

Bob!

Bob, will you please wake up?

When Daddy gets home, we-

Mommy?

What's the matter?

Mommy, why does that girl keep

telling me I shouldn't go there?

What girl, Bob?

The one standing at the window

in that house.

At the window, huh?

[Airplane Passing Overhead]

[Sighs] Look, we don't have

time to play games now, honey.

Daddy will be home any minute.

Now where's the-

Ah, I guess she had

something to do.

Let's just say you never saw her

in the first place, right?

Yes, I did.

I saw her face.

She was waving,

and I could read her mouth.

And did she say anything to you?

Yep. She said that

I shouldn't go over there.

Why did she say that,

Mommy?

Well, I don't know, Bobby.

Maybe because she didn't want you

to have to pack away your toys...

the way you were supposed to.

[ Bob Laughs] Come on, lazy bones.

Get the lead out.

[Siren Wailing In Distance] I

wasn't tricking you, Mommy. Honest.

[Birds Chirping]

[Woman]

Mae.

Mae.

Time to go, Mae.

Time to go home.

[German Accent]

No. I can't go now.

It's important.

I can't.

[Man #1 ]

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Lucy still hasn't

made up her mind.

[ Man #2 ] You have a lot of

guts picking up the reins...

of someone else's research

at its most critical point like this.

[Chuckles] Especially when that someone else

was a scientist of Eric Petersen's caliber.

Well, I'll tell you, Boyle.

You're the only man who can keep this

project from going down the drain.

I mean, apart from the 5,000 more

you're going to be earning in a year,

you were Petersen's protg and also,

I believe, one of his best friends.

And I know you're itching

to clear up his suicide.

Tough one to explain.

But I know you'll get

to the bottom of it.

Well, I'll try.

The important thing is, when this

huge project gets published,

it'll have just your name on it.

Think what authorship

can mean.

Yeah. Publish... or Podunk.

[Chuckles] Yeah.

Why do you think Eric would have

done in Sheila like that?

Well, I don't know.

No idea.

Apprehensions?

Yeah.

It's scary.

He organized the project,

got it underway.

That he did.

And then, for no reason,

abandoned everything.

Slaughtered his mistress and-

And there he was,

researching suicide.

[Sighs]

The times we have to live in.

Taxi!

Well, Boyle, when school is over,

I'll drive up there and see you.

New Whitby.

I adore New England.

I'll be looking forward

to it, sir. Bye-bye.

[Imitating Engine]

Norman! Why my plants?

Penny's gonna water them!

They're pretty.

Oh, for God's sake,

New England's full of plants.

[Imitating Engine Continues] Be careful.

Give it to me.

I don't trust Penny.

I'll take it.

You can stick it under- What do you think?

Everything here?

I think everything's here, but I really

don't know how we're gonna flt it all in.

Think positive. By the way, have

you been to see Mrs. Petersen?

Nah. No need to.

All his reference material

is right there in the library.

Well, after all,

he was a colleague of yours.

Let's just say

we worked in the same field.

But, darling,

you could have at least gone

to pay your condolences.

What do you say to a widow

whose husband had another woman...

and one fine day

slaughtered that other woman,

after which he hanged himself?

[Car Doors Close]

[Engine Starts]

[Norman] Then after Mommy changed

her mind for the 10th time,

the place was already rented.

My fault, huh?

[Bob]

So where we gonna live?

In an even nicer place,

thanks to Professor Muller.

Otherwise you'd sleep in a tent.

[ Bob] I wish!

[Train Horn Blowing]

[Bell Dinging]

[ Norman ]

Ah! Welcome to New Whitby.

Tired? [Lucy Chuckles]

A little nervous.

[ Norman ] Come on, you're gonna love it.

Smell that country air.

[Bones Cracking]

[Whimpering]

NO.

No! Don't do it.

There's the agency.

Stay right where you are, Bob.

We'll be back in a minute, okay?

Will you get me some candy?

After dinner,

if you're a good boy.

[Motor Whirring]

[Imitating Engine]

[Chattering] Oh, I'm so late.

I'm sorry.

Mr. and Mrs. Boyle?

How do you do? Hi.

I'm Laura Gittleson.

Nice to meet you.

Okay, well, you can already start to fill

this out and sign it. Sit down, please.

I'm gonna get the keys

for you, okay?

I don't know exactly where I put

them, but l- Ah, yes, in the desk.

Anyway, you can move in

as soon as you want.

We haven't had much time

to clean it up.

I'm sure you two will find it

very comfortable.

Your predecessor

was neat as a pin.

They did tell you it was

the same house, didn't they?

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