House by the Cemetery Page #4

Don't you remember?

Last October, I think it was.

I never paid a visit

to Dr. Petersen.

In fact, this is the first time

that I've set foot in this town.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course. Positive.

And then, I have a son,

not a daughter.

Strange. I could have sworn-

Mr. Wheatley, you called me.

Ah! Our precious Daniel Douglas.

If you need any books, documents,

reference material of any kind,

feel free to call on

our Mr. Douglas.

Thank you.

[Clears Throat]

Everything's the way

Dr. Petersen left it.

Those are his notes.

I didn't dare move any of his material.

[Chuckles]

[Clears Throat]

Are you going to carry on

Dr. Petersen's research?

Of course. [Chuckling] Well,

over here you'll find

all the medical reports,

death certificates

and lists of missing persons.

What did Petersen

need that material for?

[Chuckling]

I don't know.

He asked me to get it.

I told him that-

[Clears Throat]

the, uh, material

wasn't pertinent.

And?

And... he answered...

that he was doing

a little private research.

[ Mutters]

Do you know anything about it?

No. But knowing Petersen,

I'm sure it's something fascinating.

[Clears Throat]

Well-

[Chuckles]

If you need me,

I'm in the next room.

Thank you.

You know where, uh,

he hanged himself?

There.

From that railing.

Do you know

who that lady is, Bob?

She was the wife

of Dr. Freudstein.

Who's Dr. Freudstein?

Oh, and it's all a lie.

What's all a lie?

She's really not buried there.

Oh, I know.

She's not buried here.

[ Thinking ]

"June 7, 1879.

Dr Jacob Allan Freudstein is hereby

suspended from the medical association...

and banned from practicing

the medical profession for life. "

[Hollow Thud]

[Sighs]

[Clattering]

[Gasps]

[Screeching]

[Gasps]

[Creaking, Clattering]

[Creaking]

Bob?

Ann? Is that you?

Bob?

Ann?

Bob!

[Pounding]

Ann!

[Pounding]

[Child Crying]

Norman-

[Creaking, Clattering]

[Moaning]

Ann?

[Crying Continues]

[Clattering Continues]

[Low Growling]

[Clattering]

[Objects Shattering]

[Low Moaning]

[Screaming]

[Screaming Continues, Stops]

[ Door Opens, Closes]

Yoo-hoo!

I'm home.

Lucy?

Lucy?

[Lucy Sobbing]

[Sobbing Continues]

Lucy! What in God's name-

What's wrong?

Lucy.

Lucy.

[Sobbing Continues]

[Curtains Flapping]

[Heavy Breathing]

Hi.

How do you feel?

Hmm. Better.

Have Bob and Ann come back?

Not yet.

Why can't we get something else from Mrs.

Gittleson? [Chuckles]

I mean, this house is so strange.

Sure, I can deal

with a graveyard next door,

but to live with a tomb

in your hallway?

It's just something

you'll have to get used to.

This ain't New York.

I know.

Most of the old houses

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