The Return of Count Yorga Page #3

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some hot chocolate.

- Sure.

- There. How's that?

Now, you just relax

and the hot chocolate

will make you sleep.

Now I'm getting jittery.

- Oh!

- Father!

- Ah! Damn!

- Bill!

Get him into

the kitchen, and wash it.

How did that

damn thing open?

- I thought I'd locked it.

- Are you all right?

I'll just take a

little water, please.

I wish I knew what it was that

you all made me so afraid of.

Marcia, I'm going

to take a look around outside.

- Bill, please stay, don't leave.

- No, daddy, don't go. Please.

What's the matter?

All right, take it easy.

Take it easy.

- Is anything wrong?

- No, darling, nothing's wrong.

Where's Jennifer?

Oh, no! No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Cynthia.

This is Count Yorga.

I want you to relax.

Relax completely.

Permitting the innermost

resources of the mind and spirit

to open with unguarded trust.

Relax.

Relax.

You are to forget everything

that occurred

in your home this evening.

It will he wiped

from your memory forever.

All you will remember

is an automobile accident.

An accident that occurred

in front of my home.

And that we,

you and I, are

friends.

Cynthia.

Cynthia.

Who's that?

Count Yorga.

Oh.

Hello.

Thank you for taking care of me.

It was very kind.

Will I be all right?

The doctor wants you

to rest here for a few days.

Till you gain strength.

My family?

I notified them.

They'll be by tomorrow.

Poor mother.

She's frightened

of the least little scratch.

May I call them?

Not now.

It's late.

For now, sleep and get well.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

I'd like for you

and the boy to wait here.

- I'll stay with them.

- All right.

She says that window was broken.

There were others,

but that one she remembers.

That's been there

for a long time.

She says what

she tells us is true.

There were mutilated

bodies in this room

drenched in blood.

God help us.

A letter to Jennifer.

"Dear Jenny. We received

word that a relative of ours

is critically ill,

so we had to rush."

She says it's a lie.

"...so we had to rush.

"We'll be back in a few days.

We'll call later.

"Love to you, the reverend,

and the children.

Cynthia."

Tell the gentlemen

what we saw this morning.

Tommy, do you know

where the Nelsons are?

They went away.

- Where to?

- I don't know.

Why didn't you tell us

this before, Tommy?

The boy was sleeping.

Why would they leave

you alone, Tommy?

Why didn't they take you

back to the orphanage?

I don't know.

She thinks

the boy must he in shock.

- Did you see them leave?

- Mm-hm.

Now what?

I'm sorry, but we have

to assume everything's okay.

There's no evidence

to the contrary.

Hello!

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