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Ann?
Ann?
Ann!
Ann!
Ann!
Ann?
Shhh!
Shut up!
Come on, we agreed that we wouldn't open the fridge until we arrived.
Come on, man. Just to have a beer, yeah?
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.
Do you have any rooms available for tonight?
A Single?
Yes, please.
Do you need some help, man?
Shit! Nothing.
Harriet, I told you, we're coming to a dead zone.
There's no coverage here.
I know. I'm just trying to get a hold of Peter and Ann.
They're coming on their bike and they should be here by now.
Do you feel vulnerable without your beloved Ann?
You know, they act like lovers, really.
Very funny, John.
They get lost,
they'll be devoured by the witches of the forest.
Ahh...
Laugh if you want, but I read on the internet that this forest is full of
folk tales of people disappearing.
It's not a good place to get lost.
Um...
Talking about lost people,
are we okay, John?
Yeah.
According to what the lady said at the hotel, we should be near the site by now.
OK.
I hope that there aren't any wolves.
Jerks.
- Hey! - Hey.
What's with the house?
I don't know.
Maybe someone lives there, ey?
I don't think so, it looks abandoned.
Maybe.
You'd rather stay here than go out?
To tell you the truth,
I never go out at night around here.
Yes.
Nothing's changed.
You have to be careful not to succumb to the temptation.
What do you know about this?
About what?
About what the paper says:
A girl disappeared from a neighboring town.
It's worrying.
Has it happened before?
Yes.
Unfortunately it's becoming more common.
Ah.
I forgot.
It's for you.
I kept it for when you would return.
Hey guys.
Have you seen the house?
What house?
This house.
It is so creepy, it gives me the shivers.
Jerks!
Hey Nolan,
Now that you're single maybe you could find a girlfriend out here.
Yeah.
The fucking Blair Witch!
What I need is to find inspiration to compose something new.
Yeah,
and me something good to write.
And I need something worth taking a photo of.
Guys,
have you noticed how romantic we are?
We're like
Shelley, Byron, and Polidori,
all gathered at the shore of a mysterious lake.
With a haunted house.
Very romantic, Harriet. Very romantic.
Hey, Harriet, if you want some romance later just let me know, yeah?
Grow up first.
Ooh!
Hey. Shut up.
OK, OK.
Tomorrow we'll hit the lake
to see if we can find any inspiration there.
Or maybe go to that cemetery
they say is nearby.
I hope they get here tomorrow.
- I'm worried. - I'm sure they're fine, OK?
That Peter, what a bastard.
He“? me!
He“? me!
John, wake up!
John.
- What? - John. Listen.
Do you finally want some of that romance?
There's people outside.
What? Come on, let's go back to sleep.
The man has finished fixing the boiler.
He said it should work much better now.
Let's hope so.
Pay him and thank him.
Please.
The photographs again?
In the 19th Century
it was quite commonplace to have your photograph taken with the dead.
It was a work of art.
During the Renaissance, they did it with paintings,
"memento mori"...
Do you think the youngsters will be okay in the forest?
I hope so.
How're you feeling?
Better.
But, you know what heartbreak is like.
It's not easy missing someone so much.
I know.
anyway- --
thanks, Harriet,
for arranging all this.
I know this isn't just about playing Byron, Shelley and Polidori.
Actually, it was John's idea.
He's worried about you.
In his own way, but...
he is.
What's your name?
Fran.
I'm Ted.
Thank you, Ted.
I went for a walk and I twisted my ankle.
You're not British, are you?
Why do you ask?
You don't seem to be.
So, where are you from?
If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
Try me.
What for?
Drive, and take me home.
Maybe later I will find a way
to thank you.
It seems you're not fond of these kinds of trips.
Don't worry.
Well, it is a weird place to live.
Don't these kinds of things excite you?
This is my living room.
Do you like it?
It's much better than the rest of the house.
Make yourself comfortable.
Wow, how...
elegant.
I told you I will find a way to thank you.
- I was wondering... - Wondering?
Yeah.
I'm not assuming you'll tell me your secrets, but...
Ask.
Do I have a limited number of questions?
There are a limited number of answers.
Do you live here all by yourself?
I usually have visitors.
What is it you do for a living?
I'm always looking for people.
Looking for interesting people.
You are interesting, but...
you have to accept me for...
who I am.
Without...
questions
or explanations.
I'm sorry.
Ted...
Help me.
Help me.
He“? me!
It's no, no...
Just go away.
Why don't you come back to bed?
Hello?
Damn it!
Ahh!
It's fucking opened up.
Ah!
Help me, please.
I'm hurt.
Are you sure you can do it yourself?
I'm sorry I don't have a first aid kit.
Do you have tape or something?
I've got tools in my car, but not for this.
Ah.
I think I drank something.
There was broken glass.
Does anyone live in that house?
I asked myself the same thing.
"La morte amoureuse, Théophile Gautier".
The beloved dead.
One morning I was sat next to my bed
having breakfast on a small table,
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