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And that, dear students, is the last
time Hollywood couple Gail Evelyn and

Peter Sherwood ever appeared in front of
a camera.

Wow, for a silent movie, that was such a
turn-on. I didn't even know sex existed

back then.

Well, Miss Collins, I think you should
check your family tree. I think you'll

find it's been around even longer than
that.

Monument Pictures must have been
devastated. I mean, losing two of their

biggest stars, one right after another.

It is a true Tinseltown love tragedy, to
be sure. I mean, here's Peter Sherwood.

He rises to fame in the 1930s in the
famous costume dramas like Kitty Hawk

and Bull Run, and then is cast alongside
the feisty Gail Evelyn. The gossip

columnists ate it up, called it the
monumental affair.

That's so romantic. I'm such a sucker
for Hollywood love stories.

Well, unfortunately, Tabitha, this one
has an unhappy and mysterious ending.

How so, Professor?

So, just days after that home movie was
shot, Private Sherwood was sent to the

Pacific Theater. Unfortunately, his
transport plane was presumed shot down

over water and never recovered.

My God, how awful for her. She must have
been heartbroken. More than that, she

went into hiding. She fired all her help
and she became a total recluse. She

locked herself up in the mansion that
she and Sherwood had bought each other.

But what happened to her?

Well, Miss Connors, had you read
Griffith's Haunted Hollywood as I asked

you to last week, you'd know the answer
to that question.

I read it. I just must have skipped that
chapter.

I see. All right. Well, I probably
should refresh everyone anyway, as we're

going to be spending the night in her
mansion tomorrow.

What? But I thought that was
unobtainable. Mike, when you and the

others signed up for advanced
psychokinesis, it was to study ESP,

spiritualism, and most certainly ghostly
phenomenon.

So? So despite the fact that this
university is run by antiquated ghouls,

you're probably not very likely to run
into any ghosts here on campus.

Then we're in.

Yes, I did work some magic, and so we
have access as of tomorrow.

But wait, what happened to her?

Well, that's just it. Nobody knows. When
the relatives finally broke down the

doors, all they found were cobwebs, some
unopened mail, and this handwritten note

by her, which said...

This is just a copy, you understand.

What's it say?

My dearest Peter, I will never let
anyone break the sanctity of our

honeymoon home.

I await your return.

Love forever, Gail Evelyn.

Oh, that's so sad.

Makes me want to cry.

According to the relatives, the only
crying was for help once night fell and

the evil spirit of Gail Evelyn
manifested.

Wait, wait. You mean this house is
haunted for real?

By a missing in action movie star, no
less.

The house has been on the market for
more than 60 years. No one's been able

to spend more than one or two nights
here without running in terror.

And this is where we're spending the
weekend, you say? I expect everyone to

be in the quad parking lot at 2 p.m.
sharp.

Bring food and your own pillow if you
want, and anything else you think you

might need to survive.

You mean like a crucifix in holy water?

Couldn't hurt.

Always better to be safe than sorry.

station did their own version of Pirates
of Penzance.

Yeah, that sounds good.

You should be packing.

As a matter of fact, it is good.

I'll pack later.

Hey, I was really into that.

Aren't you the least bit apprehensive
about spending the night tomorrow in a

haunted house?

To put it bluntly, no.

And why not?

Candy. You and I have been in Professor
Rand's supernatural class all semester.

True? Yeah, true. Well, in all that
time, can you name one moment, any

moment, where even the remotest
supernatural event occurred?

Well, there was that one palm reader.

He knew I put in an application to
sexting with the stars.

Forgive me, honey, but everyone on your
Flutter account did also.

It wasn't exactly a national secret by
any means.

So, you're saying you don't believe?

I'm saying I'm from Jersey.

Now that's a show-me state.

Let me see with my own eyes, and you got
me.

Hmm.

Show me, huh?

That's it.

If I can eyeball it, touch it, feel it,
you've won me over.

All right, Mr.

Skeptic.

Done? You ready to catch it?

Feel it?

And I thought the pirate cartoon was
good.

Girl.

Thank you.

Ah. I see you have reservations.

As a matter of fact, we do.

Tomorrow night at a haunted house.

Not those type of reservations, silly,
silly boy. Your woman here has second

thoughts about traveling to a place that
is inhabited by such a troubled and

restless spirit.

You mean Gail Evelyn?

Yes. Her burdened soul is trapped there
in that dank dwelling you speak of,

awaiting a release that may never come.

How can you tell all that?

I was born with a gift.

I'd say a couple.

So why is she here?

After death, most spirits rise up to a
greater reward. However, there are those

unfortunate souls that are forever bound
to this earth by, let's say, unfinished

business. Really? Like waiting for a
walk of love? Exactly.

Her lover may have moved on to a greater
plane, but her vow to wait for him may

anchor her to this mortal coil for all
eternity.

Oh, my gosh.

Maybe we could actually help her?

How? I don't know, but if she appears to
us, maybe we can explain?

I don't know about you, doll, but if she
appears to me, don't go grabbing for the

trousers flying out the front door.

Why? Because I'll be in them.

Mike, stop it. Be serious.

I am being serious.

Any horny ghost shows up, I'm gone.

Yeah, you say that now.

Wait. Listen very carefully.

If you do perhaps make contact with her,
you must first be anointed with the love

wraith for your protection.

The love wraith?

What the hell is that? It is a
counter-spirit that will protect you

from all forms of harm.

Great. And how much is that going to
cost me?

Mike! What? I'm just asking. For such
beautiful people as yourselves, it will

be free of charge.

Now that's the type of price that I'm
talking about.

How do we get started?

Simple. Just kiss your friend over here.

Just kiss her? Yes.

You know, I think I'm starting to change
my opinion about mind readers, madam.

That it?

Now you must pass the love forward.

You mean kiss him back?

No, dear. The love must pass through me
first.

Really? Really.

And now we complete the circle.

Thank you.

Help me all over.

Help me all over.

Help me.

Help me. I'm a good reader.

I'm a good reader.

Help me.

Help me. Help me all over.

Help me all over.

Help me.

Help me.

Take me wild tiger.

Take me wild tiger.

I'll be your man.

me me

Hump me Hump me Hump me all over

Hump me Hump me

all

over

Welcome to my brother

Golden border, what's gonna...

Thank you.

You do realize we're only going away for
a night, not an entire month?

Hey, you always want to be well
prepared.

You'll be thanking me later.

Trust me, babe.

Okay, Mr. Scoutmaster.

It's already five after. Why are we
hanging around?

Yeah, everything seems ready to go.
We're waiting for a surprise guest.

Who's that?

Let's just say she'll play a key role in
our weekend of paranormal adventure.

She?

Who's she?

Yeah, look at that.

Get a load of that chassis.

Yeah, and the girl's not bad either.

She looks familiar, too. Hey, she better
not look too familiar, Buster. She

should look familiar to everyone. She's
the great-granddaughter of Don Cummings.

Oh, man, that's that chick from the film
yesterday.

She was the one that was filming.

And she's a dead ringer for her, too.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to
meet Samantha Hazel. Samantha is our

special guest for the weekend.

Samantha, this is...

Tabitha, Mike, Zane, and Candy. I feel
like I know you guys already, thanks to

the professor here. It's nice to meet
you guys.

Likewise, I'll say.

Samantha is the great-granddaughter of
the once-famous movie actress Dawn

Cummings. Dawn was Gail Evelyn's best
friend.

Pardon me for saying, but you're a dead
ringer for that girl in the film.

Thank you. She was beautiful, I know.

After Gail disappeared, in her will, she
left all her possessions and the house

to Dawn Cummings. My family's owned the
house ever since, and the curse that

goes along with it, unfortunately.

I've been emailing Samantha back and
forth for quite some time now. She's

been very helpful in my studies.

The legend surrounding the spirit of
Gail Evelyn was something my family

never wanted to talk about.

So why now?

I'd been writing letters to Gail's
mother for quite some time, but she

never wanted to have anything to do with
my paranormal studies.

Fortunately, Samantha has come of age
and has a different frame of mind.

But how do we fit into all of this?

Simple. We're going to see if we can't
reach across into the spirit world and

find Gail Evelyn.

Yeah, simple.

Well, if we can somehow release Gail's
soul, the house can go clean and she can

rest in peace.

Jeez, the plot thickens, huh?

Can you show some respect sometimes,
would you? Sorry. What offense meant?

Well, nothing that's standing around
yapping.

Get this show on the road.

Excellent idea, Mike.

Wow!

This is quite a place. Even more
majestic than I expected.

Spectacular. I'll say.

If I was a ghost, this is where I'd come
a-haunting.

Damn.

It really is creeped out in here.

Not movie creepy.

Real creepy.

I know. I mean, it feels like, I don't
know, we're being watched or something.

Candy, don't say stuff like that.

I'm already scared.

Not much like the classroom, is it,
guys?

No, not at all.

If you follow me upstairs, I'll show you
to your room.

Upstairs? Yeah, that's where the
bedrooms are.

And the bathrooms, too, I hope.

You'll have your choice of three lavish
commodes. Great, because I could really

use a shower.

Zane, why are you thinking about taking
a shower in a place like this?

Because I was cooped up all day in that
van.

You had air conditioning?

Not where I was sitting.

Candy, just let him take a shower.

I'll keep you protected, okay?

Come on, pal.

Let's go out and grab the bags. That's
right, guys. Let's get settled because I

want everybody down here at 7 o'clock
sharp for the seance.

You didn't say anything about a seance.
Well, how were you expecting to contact

the dead, Miss Crane?

Facebook? There's a bunch of dead people
on Facebook.

All right, Miss Hazel, if you will.

Right this way, ladies.

It's 7 p.m. sharp.

Now, don't hog all the hot water, if
there is any.

I've been standing here for 10 minutes,
and the thing is still ice cold.

Don't sweat it, ladies. I just went down
to the cellar and turned on the heater.

You went down there alone?

Yes, I did, and I'm sorry to report no
ghost sightings yet.

You know what? It could stay like that
till morning.

What? I thought you girls were all about
all things paranormal.

Not me.

My boyfriend. He actually did tell me
that there were no ghosts and that this

was an easy path.

So here I am, just enjoying the ride.

Well, at least you're honest. What about
you, Tabitha?

Well, I'm doing this for my dad.

He was a magician in Vegas for years
until he retired. As a little girl, I

remember him saying that magic was more
than just an illusion, that it was a

gateway to places unknown.

After he passed on last spring, I
decided to do some investigating on my

own just to see if it was true.

Aw, I never knew that, Tabby.

Well, girl, want to come get clean?

I'm in.

I'm not sure how long this heat's going
to last for. You guys mind if I join

you? The more the merrier.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Are they in there?

I believe so.

Do you think they'll make contact?

From what that couple told me last
night, they've got a really good chance.

Professor Rance had amazing success with
supernatural communication.

Okay, but what good is that to either of
us if we're stuck out here when he makes

contact?

Do you think it was just a coincidence
that couple came to my shop last night

to have their palms read?

I'm not sure.

Well, I'm telling you it wasn't. It was
a sign from Gail Evelyn herself.

She knows who I really am, and she wants
me to be here. I'm sure of it.

Sure of what, ladies?

Can I help you?

Yes. I'm Sandy Smith. This is my friend
Blanche Thompson.

Your neighbor's on either side.

We heard some noise over here this
afternoon, and we were sure some new

folks had moved in.

Ah, the welcome wagon.

Yeah, that's it, yeah.

But instead of ringing the front
doorbell and introducing yourselves, you

thought it best to sneak in the backyard
with some binoculars and check things

out first.

Yeah, that's it. Totally innocent.

I'm sure it is.

Look, Mr... Call me Zane.

Zane. I know you know we are here
trespassing.

But I can assure you there's a very good
reason.

Which is? Well, I met two of your very
good friends last night when they came

into my shop to have their fortunes
told.

Hmm.

I heard about that on that drive over
this afternoon.

Sounds like everyone had a hell of a
time.

Well, when they told me about your plan
to contact Yale Evelyn, I just had to be

here. Why is that?

Personal reasons.

You're going to have to do a lot better
than that, Madam Zolta, is it? Yes, that

is my professional name.

And this is my colleague, Selena
Petrusca.

She's another psychic who occasionally
fills in for me on weekends.

She's a moral support.

So, what do you say, Zane? Could you
accommodate two extra party crashers at

your little seance tonight?

I'm not really sure.

Well, I'm sure the two of us could make
it worth your while.

You mean?

Would you like your palm read?

Sure.

Selena, let's take care of that.

You know, I think I can predict my own
future.

you

Thank you.

It's gonna be a minute.

Gotta look good for the ghost.

Tabitha?

Tabby?

Thank you.

Let it rise.

If there's love, if there's love,
there'll be love.

I'm too afraid of the dream world.

We can go to the dark.

It's so cold.

It's not.

It's alright, it's alright.

Thank you.

Reach below the stars, reach so high.

Ain't no, I'm in love.

Can you feel it last night?

She don't care, we'll take it right or
wrong.

Come on now, let it go.

Very good, very good, very good

Looking for something?

Oh, hey, Ken.

I could have sworn that I packed my
favorite blue... Whoa! Hey!

Sorry, Ken.

You can look if you want.

So, you like my new lingerie?

Yeah. They're amazing.

I mean, it's amazing.

I just thought it'd be something fun to
bring on the trip.

Fun for the whole family.

Well, if you like what it looks like on
me, what about what it looks like on the

floor?

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, what do you think of those two,
Professor?

They seem innocent enough.

Well, to be honest with you, I'm not
thrilled with either one of them.

Well, I can understand that, but I think
their unexpected arrival here may be for

the good.

Okay, it's just that this haunting has
been in my family for so long, I'm

hesitant to let anyone new in.

I get your point.

But, you know, they might offer us
spiritual guidance during seance.

Yeah, that's what I was kind of afraid
of.

Well, I don't want you to worry, because
I have this.

What's that?

That is a 3,000-year-old amulet meant to
worship Osiris.

3,000 years old, and you keep it in your
pocket with your car keys and your

chains? It's pretty cool, though. What
do you use it for?

Well, some say you can use it to contact
the dead.

So it's kind of like an ancient cell
phone to the dead.

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Well, geez.

Where did you pick up a little trinket
like this, Doc? I mean, I'm sure they

don't give it away with every camel ride
you take.

As a matter of fact, I bought it off an
old fuck here.

An old fucker?

Fuck here. Fuck here.

Sounds like it came from upstairs.

Mike, Zane, come with me.

To the van? No, upstairs.

You think that's such a great idea, Doc?
Mr. Crawford, you've been scoffing at

the spirit world all semester.

Now's your chance to prove me wrong once
and for all. Okay, okay.

What the hell is that?

The holy water. You never know. It's
going to have a back out.

Right.

All right, you ladies wait here, and
remember, stay together.

Do not worry.

I will keep you all safe from evil. Oh,
great. Now I feel totally secure.

Do not discount the power of the great
Madame Voltaire.

Oh, far be it from me.

Who goes first?

Well, Zane, it sounds like you're
actually becoming a believer. In some

odd way, I think I've probably done my
job as a teacher.

Doc, I can tell you right now, by dawn,
I'll be an out-and-out convert.

Well, follow me. Let's see if this
manifestation doesn't lead us to Gale

Evelyn. Um, I may have already been
there, done that.

How do you mean?

Well, earlier this afternoon, I may have
had a close encounter with the spirit

world. You mean you felt her presence?

That's not all I felt.

I don't hear them.

Do you think they found anything?

Oh, God. I hope not for their sake.

I know one thing. Gail Evelyn still
lives in this house as she has for the

past 70 years, and she would not be
thrilled with uninvited guests.

You mean like us?

Definitely like us.

Wait. Quiet, everyone.

Selina? Selina, do you hear that? Yes.
Yes, I do.

Fate, but growing stronger.

What? What's fate? More to the point,
what's growing stronger?

Another spirit approaches this house
from the nether regions.

Who? That is not yet clear.

But we must prepare for an ectoplasmic
explosion.

Should I get a tarp or something?

Is the spirit evil?

No, not evil. It is clean.

But very, very powerful.

All right, let's split up and search the
rooms. Split up? That's the worst idea

ever. I say we make it a group thingy.
Come on. What do you think? I say you're

scared shitless, Mr. Crawford.

No, not in the least.

Well, maybe a tiny bit.

All right, you go down that hall and
check the master bedroom.

You go down this way and check the
bedrooms. I'll check the bathroom.

Right. Beautiful.

Anything more yet?

Yeah. Let the mystery go.

We know now that... Spirit poses no
threat.

In fact, he is filled with great
positive energy.

Love, if you will.

Peter. Peter? Who's Peter?

Peter Sherwood.

Gale's long-lost lover.

He's come to reclaim his bride.

Oh, how romantic.

What the heck is that?

Do not be afraid.

It is ectoplasm.

Pure love in spiritual form. Ladies,
take off your clothes.

Bathe in it. Caress it. Become one with
it.

Don't wanna make you down, down, down
Don't wanna make you

down, down, down

Oh, baby.

You make it

How do you do, ladies and gentlemen?
This is Gregory McGirtland, your host

for another in the series of The Evening
Chat.

In entertainment news, Monument Pictures
released the name of their newest

picture today, which stars Gail Evelyn
and Peter Sherwood, gone by... Samantha,

what are you doing here? The prof told
you ladies to stay downstairs.

Samantha, I do not know of this name.

You were right. You look a little pale.

Actually... You're beyond pale, girl.
You're downright transparent.

Lady, let me out of here. I'm a
believer, I swear.

Nothing can interfere with the covenant.

Covenant? What covenant?

The two will finally be together,
reunited.

You mean Gail and her husband?

That's what we came here today to
accomplish.

She has longed for him for so long, and
now the two will become one.

Beautiful. I'm all for romance, trust
me, lady, but can you let me out of

here, please?

And the medium will be the conduit. She
will bring them together.

You mean Zolta?

Can't be.

She's a quack.

She will bound them together and
complete the circle.

But how? Is she going to tell the future
with a box of fortune cookies?

Her ancestor was a Sherwood.

Her inner light is bringing him closer
now.

So that's why she showed up unannounced.
She cannot resist our call.

To tell you the honest truth, I'm, uh...

I'm finding you somewhat hard to resist
myself.

I have not felt the passion of human
flesh in so long.

Well, is there any possible way, you
know... You could join in?

Never thought I'd be saying this, but
yes.

Please, come.

I hope to.

Do I please you?

Baby, you're the ghostest with the
mostest.

Find anything? You?

Nothing. Same thing?

No, but... Oh, hey, there he is.

What's the matter with you, buddy? You
look like you've seen a ghost.

I did, and she had quite a story to
tell. You mean you actually spoke with

Gayle Evelyn? No, but I got a mouthful
from her friend, Don. It seems Madame

Zolta downstairs is a long-lost relative
of the soldier who got shot down during

the war.

The spirits sent her here to guide this
Sherwood fella back to his girl.

That's it, then.

What? I'm a fool for not thinking of
this before.

What's that?

When Gail Evelyn wrote that note to her
husband.

You mean the one about not leaving the
sanctity of her home? Yes. She may have

inadvertently cursed herself to eternal
imprisonment. Behind these dark walls.

My God.

Only Sherwood's appearance here can set
her free.

Well then, I say we get this seance
going and make it happen.

What's happening?

Peter Sherwood's finally coming home to
claim his bride.

Oh, my.

Look, there.

It's Gale. I'd recognize that beauty
anywhere.

She's waiting for his arrival, just like
us.

He will be here shortly.

gorgeous. They both are.

Are they really going to do it?

Wouldn't you after nearly a century?

I feel like we're intruding.

They don't mind us watching. It offers
proof of their undying love for each

other to the mortal world.

Oh, my heart is putty.

Ditto that.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin' G.

Fuckin'

G.

Say my good job, baby.

Fucking genie. Want that wee.

Fucking genie.

How's that wee-wee?

Tube and fake candy.

Crocs and blurry.

Your cocks are filthy.

Want that sticky.

That's so tasty.

My coffee candy.

Squirts are sticky.

Tastes so dandy.

Heart like Andy.

Feeling filthy.

Come on, everybody.

I think we could all use a cup of
coffee.

is more than just illusion.

Daddy?

Daddy, is that you?

What did you say?

Believe in the magic, sweetheart.

Just believe.