We Are Still Here

Probably another hour or so.

Everything should be there.

The movers were

working all week,

putting all the rooms together.

How did they know

where to hang the photos?

I told them.

If something's in the

wrong place, we'll fix it.

We'll fix it.

Paul?

Are you up?

Paul?

Thank you.

I can feel him here.

What?

I can feel Bobby in this house.

Annie, the reason

we moved up here...

I know, I know.

Moving away from

the city isn't the same

as moving away from

the memories.

He's always going to be with us.

Annie, honey, yes, in our hearts

but not in the house.

I really don't care

how far he has to drive.

We had the inspection

over a month ago

and I've called

several times already.

But the report says

there's nothing wrong...

I understand,

but the smell in the cellar

needs to be taken care of.

Now.

It smells like smoke.

Have you seen any smoke, sir?

No, I haven't seen smoke

but I think I know

what it smells like.

It's a hundred degrees

down there.

All right. We'll send

somebody out in the morning.

Thank you.

I'll see him then.

Well, the electrician is

finally coming out...

Look.

Hon.

Did you drop it?

No.

I found it like this.

Well, I'll just

get another frame

when I go into town tomorrow.

You don't think it

means something?

What?

He never liked this photo.

Remember how we always hid it

when girls came over?

Yeah.

He used to say that he

thought his smile was...

Crooked.

And you think he

still doesn't like it?

Expecting anyone?

No.

Find a spot for the photo and

we'll get a new frame tomorrow.

I told you someone was home.

I'm Dave McCabe.

This is my wife Cat.

We live down the road.

We're your neighbors.

Hello.

I'm Paul Sacchetti.

This is my wife Anne,

and we live here,

and we are your neighbors.

Very nice to meet you.

Well, we've been two weeks

and you're the first

folks to come by.

Two weeks?

That is a surprise.

Usually there's a bit

of chatter in town

when someone moves

into this old house...

you know,

with the history and all.

Where's my manners?

I'm sorry.

Would you like to

come in for a drink?

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Pardon the mess.

We're still getting

a little settled in.

No, it's...

This is lovely.

Lovely.

Thank you.

What can I get

for the two of you?

A tea or...

- Don't bother.

- A coffee maybe.

Whiskey?

That'll be very nice.

Sit, Cat.

Go ahead, sit.

So, um, what was this history

you mentioned, Dave?

We heard it was a funeral parlor

around the turn of the century?

But, I've got to say,

the price they were asking

wasn't about to scare us away.

Good. Good.

So, the realtor told you

all about the Dagmars.

Yes. That was the family...

thank you...

who first lived here, right?

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

I mean, the town built this

house for him back in 1859.

Well, cheers.

Yes.

To new friends,

and new beginnings.

You don't say?

Yeah.

It wasn't long after that

that the trouble began.

Old Dagmar had been

running the parlor

no more than a couple

of months when...

well, what do you know,

word got out that

they were selling the bodies

and burying empty coffins.

People were saying he

was selling the corpses

to the university

over in Essex County.

Some even said he was selling

them to the Orientals

over in Boston,

turning them into chop suey.

The town ran him and his wife

and the little girl

out on a rail.

It was just the saddest thing.

They moved to Providence

but his family just couldn't

stand the sight of him.

Old Dagmar drank himself to

death no more than a year later.

They say he was no more than

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