House by the Cemetery Page #5

in the area have tombs in them.

Really.

No kidding?

It's because in the winter

it freezes here. Is that so?

Yeah, and the yard being like a rock,

they bury Grandpa at home.

No more ghost talk now, huh?

I've got a surprise for you. What is it?

I did some clever scrounging,

and, well, darling,

now we try to solve

the cellar door mystery.

So-

NO.

[Chuckles]

[Clicks Tongue]

Now let's see.

[Ann] We're home, Mrs. Boyle.

[ Bob] Daddy! Daddy!

You're back from work!

Hey!

Guess what?

What?

Today I saw my new girlfriend again,

and Mae said to tell you Hi,

and also to Mommy.

Hey, what are you doing?

Well, I want to show Mommy there's,

um, nothing behind the door.

How about giving me a hand?

Sure.

Now this one didn't work.

You try it.

Did you see the girl

he was talking about?

[Norman Chattering]

NO.

[Lock Clicking]

But weren't you with him?

Yes. All the time.

Bob found it.

Only trouble is-

Thank you.

It's rusty as all get out.

[ Clicking, Scraping ]

Obviously Petersen

wasn't interested in cellars.

Must be years since-

[Squeaking]

[Lock Clicks]

Do you see anything?

Some old steps going down.

Should I come with you?

No. Stay with Bob.

[Clatters]

- [ Squeaking]

- [ Norman Screams]

Norman! Ann!

[Norman Groaning]

Why did you shout like that?

-It was just-

- [ Squeaking]

- [Screaming]

[Screaming Continues]

Norman, help me!

[Screaming]

Help!

[Norman Screams]

[Grunting]

Daddy! Daddy!

What's the matter?

- [ Squeaking Continues]

- [ Norman Grunting]

[Lucy Shrieks]

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

[Squeaking Continues]

[Grunting]

[Gasps]

Kill it!

[Norman Grunting]

[Screaming]

[Bat Screeching]

[Screeching Stops]

[Lucy Sobbing]

[Yawns]

I see. I'll tell Mrs. Gittleson.

And please tell her we want to

move out no later than tomorrow.

Yes, very well.

Well, will it be- be difficult

to find another house?

I can't really say,

but I don't think so.

Thank God for that. Don't forget

now- No later than tomorrow, okay?

Yes, very well.

I'll call Mrs. Gittleson...

We going?

And have her stop over

this evening.

Good-bye. [ Mutters]

[Bell Over Door Dings]

[Dialing]

[Line Beeping]

That Freudstein house.

No. No. Hm-mmm.

It was inevitable.

What?

That they'd want to leave

the Freudstein property.

[Sighs]

Oak Mansion, Harold.

How many times do I have to tell you

that house is now called Oak Mansion?

Yeah, give the bad product

a new label.

Well, call it what you will, but

it's always been Freudstein's house.

[Sighs]

[Woman]

Mae.

[Bird Chirping]

Mae.

Mae, we have to.

I suppose so.

What were you doing

by the window?

Watching the house is all.

You can't see it from here.

Come.

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