Dr. Terror's House of Horrors

DR. TERROR'S HOUSE OF HORRORS

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Excuse me ...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, sorry.

Pardon me. I think there is room for one more in here, is there not?

Yes, right here.

Oh, thank you.

I'm so sorry to disturb you. - Oh, that's all right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Hey, that's a funny looking deck, man. How do you play poker with these?

They're tarot cards.

You are familiar with the tarot?

I wouldn't say that. But I've seen the cards before.

Doctor Schreck. Doctor of Metaphysics?

The science which investigates the first principles of nature and thought.

And nonsense.

Schreck is a German word, isn't it? Means fright, fear, something like that.

A more exact translation would be terror.

An unfortunate misnomer for I am the mildest of men.

However, I sometimes foretell things that are frightening.

With these?

They are the key, yes.

The key?

The key to what?

Ancient wisdom.

The tarot deck is a picture book of life, an answer to the deepest questions

of philosophy and history, and sometimes a means of prediction.

Fortune telling?

Of a kind.

What kind?

There is within each of us a twin destiny: the natural and the supernatural.

The cards are attracted to the supernatural part of that destiny

as one pole of a magnet attracts an opposite pole.

Supernatural part?

The strange, the weird, the unknown, the terrifying, the mysterious.

At one time or another during our lives we may, any one of us, encounter it.

This deck can forewarn us. I call it my House of Horrors.

How does it work?

The person, whose fortune is to be told, touches the cards three times.

Then they are shuffled and dealt. The first four cards predict his destiny.

The fifth gives him the knowledge to change it . If

change is possible.

Really, do we have to suffer all this nonsense?

There's no harm in it.

Astrologers, spiritualists, table-rappers, the entire lunatic fringe.

They have been exposed for the charlatans they are, over and over again.

I don't know. I don't know. A gypsy once told me I was going to get

an unexpected gift. That very day I walked under a pigeon...

The tarot deck is a serious matter. The cards predict the truth.

The supernatural truth. Always!

Anybody, who believes that, will believe anything.

Perhaps you would like to learn your future?

Just tap the cards.

I must warn you, gentlemen. This is undoubtedly a well rehearsed prelude

to some shabby confidence trick. You can fool all these others as much

as you please, Doctor, but kindly leave me out of it.

How about me?

Come on. I'm game.

You are not afraid?

Well, if it's going to happen to me anyway, what's there to be afraid of?

Very well.

Tap the cards three times.

I do not manipulate them.

They use my hands to manipulate themselves and to present your destiny.

The Chariot.

The High Priestess.

The Moon.

The Enchantress.

Fine. Yes. Yes, you do that.

I will. Goodbye.

Oh, how they talk! You busy?

Yes, I'm working on the Morrison project.

Well, there's no rush for that.

This letter came this morning from that Biddulph woman you sold your house to.

She wants to make some major structure alterations

and seems to think you're the only architect to deal with it.

Doesn't say what the alterations are.

Does it matter?

A lonely widow, rich, beautiful

Well, I'd be glad to spend a few days on that island with her myself.

Thank you, sir.

Hey.

Hey, if it's not Mr. Jamie

Caleb!

How good to see you.

I didn't expect you back, sir.

Well, Mrs. Biddulph wrote and asked me to give

her advice about altering the house. Is anyone at home, d'you know?

My grand-daughter, Valda

Ah, Valda, is the mistress in?

Upstairs, Grandfather.

Come in.

You were about this high the last time I saw you.

Oh, Mr. Dawson, how wonderful. I had no idea you would be here so soon.

I was free and naturally I was interested in the house.

I'm very grateful to you, by the way, for calling in my firm for the job.

Oh Valda, will you prepare the guest room for Mr Dawson, please?

Come in here.

It doesn't seem to have changed very much. What exactly do you want clone?

Oh, what I want principally is to have that wall knocked down

to make one large room. You know like a ballroom.

There shouldn't be any problems, should it?

No. No, I don't think so.

But it's an old house. I'd want to examine it very carefully

before I make up my mind.

Well, I thought you'd know it better than anyone else.

Yes, I should.

My family lived here for centuries before I had to sell it.

But still

I think I'd better look at the foundations and the walls

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Well, I have to go down to the village for an hour or so.

If there's anything you want, just ask Caleb or Valda.

May I ask you a personal question?

If it's not too personal.

Why does a beautiful woman like yourself want to bury herself in the Hebrides?

My husband was a very wonderful man.

It took me a long time to get over his death.

In fact, after the funeral I had a sort of breakdown.

The doctors decided that I needed complete rest and quiet.

So I came here.

But now you've decided you want to rejoin the human race, aye?

Why do you say that?

Well, you're having this room made into a ballroom.

That's not for entertaining.

You see my husband was an archeologist.

He had a large collection of very valuable specimens from all over the world.

I intend to turn this into a sort of museum to his memory.

It's a beautiful house, and you're welcome to visit us any time.

Thank you.

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

Valda!

Valda!

Yes, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but d'you know where the key to the cellar is?

No, sir, I don't.

Well, would you be good enough to ask your grandfather if he knows?

Yes, sir.

The lock's been oiled recently.

That's strange. I didn’t do it.

Here is the torch for you.

Caleb.

Aye.

Come down here, will you?

Caleb, do you know what this is?

Must be the coffin of Cosmo Waldemar.

The werewolf! Over two hundred years ago

Cosmo Waldemar claimed that this house was really his

and that my ancestors had stolen it from him.

And he vowed that one day he'd return.

He swore that his place would be taken by whoever owned the house

and that he himself would once again assume human shape.

His grave was never found.

But it was here

in the walls of this cellar

for all this time.

Not all this time.

This plaster is new.

I'm going to find out what's in that coffin.

Come on. Give me a hand.

We'll need something stronger than this.

Come on.

Oh, Mrs. Biddulph.

Did you see anything come out of the house?

No. What's the matter?

Nothing. Here let me give you a hand with those.

Oh, thank you.

The only thing I don't like about living on this island is the fact

that the shops won't deliver...

Oh, put them down there, will you?

Oh, I see you've found the key.

No, no. Caleb had a spare one.

Will you have to work down there?

Eh, yes, yes, I think so.

Well, how long do you suppose the work will take?

Just a short time, Mrs. Biddulph.

Has anyone been down in the cellar since you moved in?

Well, I suppose the workmen were down there. I haven't. Why?

It doesn't matter.

Go up to your room and lock your door. Go on.

Caleb, what does the legend say?

That Cosmo would return and take his revenge on the owner of the house.

Do you know that Valda left me a note tonight, saying she had to see me?

She knew something about

Do you have a gun?

Aye.

Get it.

What are you going to do?

Something came out of that coffin tonight.

Something evil and strange.

I don't know why it killed Valda.

But I know who it's going to kill.