The Making of 'The Haunting' Page #3

- No, that's creepy.

Oh, and this one.

This one's weird.

Well, you don't get this

from the Martha Stewart catalogue.

I don't like it.

Isn't it based on

The Gates of Hell by Rodin ?

Well, it's not just hell. See, the

children, they're reaching for heaven,

but their souls

are trapped in purgatory.

And these are the demons...

who can hold on to your soul

for as long as they want.

Did you study art ?

No, I studied purgatory.

I was there once for 11 years.

It's when your soul is caught

between the living and the dead.

Oh, yeah, I've been there.

It's an 18-hour flight from L.A.

to Paris, and you're stuck in coach.

Do you see ?

Well, let's not stand here.

Come on.

Okay.

Whoa.

- Is it real ?

- No.

- Shall we go in ?

- Yeah.

Wow !

Whoo !

- Wow !

- Wow !

It's beautiful!

Oh !

- Would you care to dance ?

- Yes.

I'm starting to like this house !

This is great !

Let's get outta here.

God ! We're like rats--

rats in a maze.

Oh, God !

If I ruin these boots--

Jesus, they cost me

a fortune.

-Let's go back.

-It's gotta be through here.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- That's all right.

Oh. Hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm Luke Sanderson,

just a bad sleeper.

Basic tosser-turner.

And you are ?

- Nell Vance.

- What kind of sleeper ? Nightmares ?

- Not really.

- Anxiety attacks ?

No. Uh-uh.

Okay.

Obsessive indecision.

Wow. And you ?

Let me think.

You, I'm gonna guess,

are a--

Don't even start.

Wow, you're so dominant.

Thanks. Theo.

Hey, Theo.

Jesus.

Here we are.

- Hey.

- You're Luke.

- Yup.

- You're Theo. You're Eleanor.

- Hi, I'm Dr Marrow.

- Hi.

- Welcome.

- Hi.

- Hello, Dr Marrow.

- Hi. This is Todd. He's just come up.

- Greetings, fellow insomniac.

Mary Lambetta, my assistant.

So how was your drive, Eleanor ?

- It was fine. Yeah.

- Good. Good.

Welcome to Hill House, everyone.

Come on.

All right.

Let the good times roll.

Do you know what ?

The rest of you may hate your insomnia,

but I'm not sure

I want a cure for mine.

That's when I get all my best ideas,

when I'm waiting to fall asleep.

I'm alone, occasionally,

with no distractions,

my mind's racing

with creative ideas,

and come 3:
00 a.m.,

I feel like a genius.

Are you kidding me ?

like I'm losing my mind, watching those

infomercials on psychics...

or listening to Tony Robbins

and the psychic hot lines.

-Have you ever seen that late-night TV ?

-Oh, yeah. Thank you.

I swear to God.

You get a steady diet of that crap,

and pretty soon you start thinking

about movin' to Montana...

... and becomin' a survivalist.

That's why God

created barbiturates, honey.

- Nembutal ?

- Mm-mm.

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