House by the Cemetery Page #3

Oh, for God's sake.

Again?

Stop with this. Please.

[Clicks Tongue]

Yeah. After all, six months

goes by real quick, doesn't it?

Hey, come on.

Don't you remember?

We decided

it would be a vacation.

I do my research, and you and Bob-

you can go out. It's beautiful.

Great place for a vacation, isn't it?

[Sighs]

Listen, honey.

It means another

$5,000 per year.

Do you realize?

We can refurnish

the apartment in New York.

What's the matter?

It's only a doll.

[Clattering] Bob's always

bringing home that trash!

You're just tired, darling.

You really should take those pills

Joe Baker prescribed.

Why do you keep telling me

to go on with those pills?

I feel fine. I never felt better.

They'll calm down your nerves.

My nerves are fine

the way they are!

And besides, I read somewhere that those

pills can provoke hallucinations.

[Bob Imitating Engine]

Are you sure?

Well.

You can't say

the house isn't quaint.

I guess this must be the cellar.

And Mrs. Gittleson had the

door nailed shut. Quaint.

Say the word,

and I'll open it for you.

No. Go and fix the rooms first.

Tonight I'd rather sleep in a real bed.

Wouldn't you?

[Bob Imitating Engine]

All right.

[Thud]

[Motor Whirs]

Bob.

Bob! Look, it's time

for your nap, honey.

No! I want to play!

Don't whine.

[Toy Car Whirring]

[Toy Car Crashes]

[Wheels Whirring]

Hi.

Are you Mrs. Boyle?

Yes.

Mrs., uh- Mrs. Gittleson

sent me over.

I'm Ann,

the babysitter.

[Birds Chirping]

[Distant Howling]

[ Footsteps Approaching]

[ Floorboard Creaking]

[Distant Howling]

[Creak]

[Crying, Faint]

[Crying Continues]

[Creak]

[Crying Continues]

[Heavy Breathing]

[Creaks]

[Crying Continues]

[Whimpers Softly]

[Creaking]

[Soft Creaking]

[Creaking]

[Creaking, Clattering]

[Creaking Continues]

- Ann?

- [ Gasps]

No, hon, it's all right.

You keep the car.

But you'll need it to get home.

Really, it's okay. I can take a bus.

But they only leave once an hour,

and you'll have the groceries.

I don't have much to get,

and I feel like a walk.

Who can argue?

Okay, I'll keep the car. Hi.

Who was it?

Mrs. Gittleson.

She didn't see me.

Or she turned the other way

on purpose.

Or maybe you need glasses.

Maybe.

Are you on top of it?

Yeah. I feel a little bit better now that

I know that Ann's looking after Bob.

A candlelight dinner.

Okay.

[Sighs]

In the last two months...

not only did he come in less and less,

but he acted differently.

I had the impression he, uh, was

growing obsessively jealous of Sheila.

Dr. Boyle?

Yeah?

You will pardon my indiscretion.

Please.

What was he so eager

to discuss with you back then?

Back when?

When you came to visit him with your daughter.

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