This is one of those films that as a little MonsterGirl, it left a lasting impression on me.
I can remember when I’d first watched this as a child in my room late one weekend night. There was an early spring breeze blowing the curtains in and out in the precious darkness of my bedroom. I had my own little black and white television set. The cool and fragrant air puffling from outside kept wafting in. I felt sensations of chills and excitement.
I hadn’t yet seen anything quite as hauntingly mysterious as the of Gothic dark beauty of Barbara Steele and the ball room scene that almost transported me into the television set, right into the ballroom itself. Feeling part of the ghostly ball.
It remained in my psyche for days. For years now actually, as it was one of my first experiences with Gothic romantic horror. The sensations of longing, death and shadow overtook me. Back in the 60s when they used to run this film late at night, I vaguely remember seeing it in total, not having cut out the scene with Julia kissing Elisabeth, so the lesbian overtones that remained in the earlier version of Castle of Blood aired in its entirety. Though this is my memory of the experience and not necessarily a fact.
I had purchased a copy of the film from Sinister Cinema (who really do have an impressive Catalogue) which lost some of the film’s continuity because it cuts out certain portions, perhaps because of the language inconsistency in places or the dubbing. Recently I obtained the film as it had been original released.
In particular the segment where Julia tries to convince Elisabeth that they belong together, and she makes very overt sexual advances toward Elisabeth after defending her from being killed by her lover Herbert. The edited version only alludes to the fact that Julia has an attraction toward Elisabeth which could be perceived as merely jealous rivalry. It’s the same with the newly released DVD version of Narciso Ibanez Serrador’s masterpiece, The House That Screamed 1969 with Lili Palmer, where the lesbianism was rampant at the boarding school but a lot of the scenes have been hacked to pieces. Thank god I’ve saved all my original VHS factory releases and have a version that is closest to the one I remember from the actual movie I saw in the theaters during it’s official theatrical release here in the U.S. Mary Maude is way too hot with that whip, to hack that segment apart. And Lili Palmer kissing Christina Galbo’s back after she makes Irene (Maude) whip Teresa mercilessly needs to come to it’s visual fruition in order to show Sra. Fourneau’s sexual repression.
Along with Castle of Blood/Danse Macabre there were a few other films that effected me so profoundly when I was really young.
Such is the case with Let’s Scare Jessica To Death (1971), Lemora-A Child’s Tale of The Supernatural(1973), The Haunting (1963), The House That Screamed (1969) Rosemary’s Baby of course. Silent Night Bloody Night (1974), Night of The Living Dead (1968), Curse of The Demon (1957) The Devil Commands (1941) and The Uninvited (1944) and Horror Hotel
With Castle of Blood, It’s more about the imagery rather than the coherent story telling. Truth be told on recent viewing I found many a plot hole and unanswered questions, yet it really doesn’t matter. Antonio Margheriti has created a lasting atmosphere of yes, the macabre. A haunting shadow place, where phantoms waltz to an otherworldly melody.
The device of using Edgar Allan Poe as an active character in the play adds an interesting element to the story yet the origin of Danse Macabre comes from French composer Camille Saint-Saëns who wrote his “tone poem” in 1874 as an art song for voice and piano and then reconfigured it for violin. It is based on a French superstition that claims that Death comes at Midnight on every Halloween night, and calls forth the dead to rise from their graves and dance for him while he plays the fiddle.
Directed by Antonio Margheriti who adopted the American name Anthony Dawson after realizing that the translation of his name was actually Anthony Daisies, thinking that it was too effeminate for his persona. The prolific Italian director, Margheriti started out in the 50s Italian film industry as a scriptwriter, but went on to direct science fiction, horror, and spaghetti westerns and cult Giallo films. Just to name a few, he directed Steele in The Long Hair of Death 1964 and Christopher Lee in Horror Castle (The Virgin of Nuremberg) 1963 Claude Rains in Battle of The Worlds 1961, Web of the Spider 1971 and the awful Cannibal Apocalypse 1980. Most of his films were directed under the pseudonym Anthony Dawson. Margheriti was the only Italian film maker that worked directly with American production companies like MGM, United Artists, 20th Century Fox and Columbia Pictures, to name a few.
Of interesting note:
Director Richard Morrissey denied for years that Margheriti had anything to do with directing Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein. Morrissey claims that Margheriti mostly worked as a technical adviser on that film only actually directing a very brief segment of the film.
Castle of Blood stars the inimitable, the iconic doe eyed Barbara Steele as Elisabeth Blackwood. Georges Rivièreas Alan Foster, Margarete Robsahm as Julia Alert. Arturo Dominici ( Henry Kruger) as Doctor Carmus. Silvano Tranquilli ( Montgomery Gleen ) as Poe and Umberto Raho (Raul H.Newman) as Lord Thomas Blackwood and Giovanni Cianfriglia as Herbert although IMDb has him listed as Killer? He did do the killing in terms of stabbing, choking, neck breaking and blood drinking. Sylvia Sorent is the bride.
When the film’s credits roll they say Story by Jean Grimaud and Gordon Wilson Jr. From Edgar’s “Dance Macabre” screenplay by Grimaud and Wilson. Yet I am unaware of any of Poe’s short stories that this would have been based on. This is why I refer to Saint-Saëns tone poem of the same name which seems to be the preeminent and prevailing origin of this theme.
Here is the closest poem I can think of that Margheriti might have been envisioning the correlation to Poe. Here’s an excerpt.
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD by Edgar Allan Poe
- Thy soul shall find itself alone
- ‘Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
- Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
- Into thine hour of secrecy.
- Be silent in that solitude
- Which is not loneliness, for then,
- The spirits of the dead who stood
- In life are before thee, are again.
- In death around thee, and their will
- Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The wonderful Music composed by Ritz Ortolani later on he must have shortened his name to Riz. Margheriti used Ortolani for so many of his various genre films. He’s known for so many earlier scores, for films such as The Yellow Rolls -Royce, One on Top of The Other 1969 Woman Times Seven 1967 with Shirley MacLaine, The Vilachi Papers with Charles Bronson 1972 and most recently for Kill Bill Vol 2 and Inglorious Bastards 2009
The short synopsis goes as follows. A young English journalist Alan Foster shows up at the 4 Devils pub to try and get an interview with Edgar Allan Poe. He finds Poe telling a ghost story to another man seated at a table inside the pub. He winds up making a wager for ten pounds with Lord Thomas Blackwood that he cannot survive the infamous “night of the dead”, which is the first midnight in November. Each year Lord Blackwood does this, with unsuspecting victims who wind up falling prey to the phantoms who dwell there in his ancestral castle. Lord Blackwood’s grandfather was The Hanging Judge of London. Alan decides to take the bet, and the 3 men take Blackwood’s carriage to the castle. Once at Castle Blackwood, Alan meets the beautiful Elisabeth and both instantly form an attraction. Lord Blackwood sends people to the castle each year so Elisabeth might walk one more year.
Also lurking in the castle is the mutually exquisite Julia whose portrait hangs in the great hall, and seems to come alive when ever Alan looks at it. Julia seems possessive of Elisabeth and warns her not to befriend Alan, but Elisabeth has fallen for the handsome young man who will “bring her life.” What Alan soon finds out after making love to Elisabeth only to find no heart beat, is that she is truly dead, a ghost, who has come forth on this night with the other inhabitants of the castle who must drink the blood of the one who has wagered their life away, in order that they might dance again the following November.
Eventually Alan succumbs and is reunited in death with his beloved Elisabeth, who not only has a ghost husband William but a lover, the gardener and stable beefcake, Herbert. Along the way, Alan is guided down a slippery path of self destruction by scientist/doctor Carmus who warns him of how the senses live on after death. Each year the dead relive their destinies, and re enact the way they each met their deaths. In the end, Alan escapes the inner sanctum of the castle’s vampiric ghosts with the help of Elisabeth only to have the great iron gate spike impale him through the neck.
I do have several questions of my own, such as, why Elisabeth Blackwood being the sister of Lord Thomas would have her grave randomly placed on the outside grounds instead of the family tomb, and if so who’s corpse was it inside the crypt, that materializes and which ghost did they become in the flesh?
Elisabeth’s husband William? Or the newlyweds, which were the last people to take the wager or Carmus? None of these people, would be buried in the underground crypt as they only chose the castle as a wager or a quiet place for Carmus to do his experiments away from doubting colleagues. It certainly wouldn’t have been Herbert the gardeners’ tomb inside. So this creates a rift in the continuity and coherency for me as a contextual spectator, although the visual narrative makes up for this confusion, at least for me it does.
Also If the last couple to die came back this night of Alan’s destiny, how, if they hadn’t had any blood yet did they manage to materialize?
And when did this tradition “The Night of The Dead” start? Each year feasting on blood so the ghostly inhabitants can walk the earth in the flesh one more year. There would have to be an origin for the phenomena. Wouldn’t there be more people there other than Elisabeth, her husband, Julia , Herbert, Carmus and the young newlyweds. Who are those people swinging in the trees at the end?Perhaps victims of the first Lord Blackblood as he was really called when he was given the job of Hangman of London. Would these victims not walk the castle after blood as well?
Was it possible that the bloody legacy of the dark Judge who hung people cursed the place?
And I started to wonder why they initially all fought with each other as phantoms who seemed to have conflicting and overlapping relationships, yet in the end banded together. Were they just taunting Alan in a game of cat and mouse to set a trap for him?
What really works for me with all these musings of mine, is the unique way the visual narrative unfolds, and how impressionistic the film is, enough so to have remained burned into my psyche forever. So I let these loopholes dangle, as it just doesn’t ruin the film for me.
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That’s why getting my one general complaint out to clear the bloggy air, is necessary for me. Towards the end, the film begins to get a bit schizophrenic in terms of being primarily a really well told ghost story, yet morphs into a story about phantoms that need to consume blood in order to reanimate each year. So the concept of vampirism evolving later on, leaves me a bit out of joint.
If the spirits needed to consume another soul, as is the case of Hill House and Eleanor that would have been a bit more of a tightly woven story for my taste, but it’s still one of the most effectively atmospheric works of the 60s. Perhaps Margheriti just liked the idea of half naked beautiful dead people sucking the blood out of other half naked beautiful bodies in the blackness and cobwebbed realm of the castle.
One of the things that strikes me about this particular film is the artistically visual use of monochromatic black. The blackness, the lack of any frequency of light behind the characters at times has it’s own identity in the film. It’s the purest manifestation of black I’ve seen. The characters were constantly framed in by it. It isn’t a Noir technique yet a construction of absolute lack of shadow, that make the players pop out of the darkness surrounding them. It has an effective way of forcing you to see their facial expression, almost like Gothic B&W portrait photography. In some ways, I feel that Margheriti’s use of Black is as powerful as Bava’s use of the chromatic scale of the color spectrum in his phantasmagorical horror films.
A foggy London night. Alan Foster gets out of a carriage and walks toward a pub with a sign that bares the name The 4 Devils. As he walks down the stairs we hear Poe telling a ghost story to another gentleman seated at a table. After Alan introduces himself to Poe, it develops into “The Wager You Cant Stay In This House for One Night” theme. Much like Boris Karloff’s Thriller episode with Rip Torn, The Purple Room, and The episode of Rod Serling’s The Night Gallery with Leslie Nielsen called A Question of Fear.
And interesting, the film starts out as a tale within a tale using Edgar Allan Poe’s story about Cousin Bernice and her scary teeth. Poe begins to impart a little lesson in the hereafter to the very skeptical and cocky writer Alan Foster who has been hounding him for an interview since he heard Poe was in London. And so ensues a round table discussion between the two thinker/writers who question what death truly means and if there exists anything beyond the “marble covering” as Poe puts it.
Poe-“It was past midnight and the fire had died to embers, a light knock was heard at the door of the library. And pale as a visitor from a tomb, a servant entered walking on tip toe…he had a look filled with terror as he tried to speak to me, but he was unable. He trembled…what was he trying to say? Poe pauses.
Alan Foster dressed in the cloak and hat and cane, approaches 3 men sitting at a table. The room is lit up by gaslight, yet the room is quite dark and ominously oppressive. Alan watches as if he is an unseen spectator.
Now we realize the one narrating this horror tale is the great Edgar Allan Poe who continues with his ghostly tale. “On his clothes you could see smeared blood” Poe tells the story with purpose and a consuming intensity. At first he looks away, downward then he meets Lord Blackwood’s gaze and continues. “And horribly his fingers were all bloody” A small organ chord trembles low beneath the orator. Poe’s gaze still fixed intently on Blackwood, sitting across from him. “He staggered to the far side of that room and then he grabbed up the poker from the fireplace.” We now see Lord Blackwood’s face as the telling of the story continues. Blackwood has an angular face, quite satyric although appearing as a fine looking Englishman with a mustache, there is a devilish smirk to his demeanor.
Now the camera shows us an up close of Alan’s face as Poe continues on with his story. “With a scream I threw myself at the table ” (The low organ hum sets forth the tension) “And grabbed the box that was on it, I pulled the lid…” Poe’s eyes pop widely, “it didn’t open…the box slid out of my hands and slid heavily and smashed, it was weird, as we stared, we saw instruments that a dentist uses mixed in I could see 32 white objects, they were small and jagged and they seemed made of ivory. The next moment I held one in my hand, and I remembered it, I recognized it as one of the magnificent teeth of my Cousin Bernice. My obsession of earlier, it was created by her teeth, the sight of them had consumed me, and it had been fully 6 months since the night of her death…the night that I had blanked out. There wasn’t a thing that I could recall, memory had failed”
(There is a low hum wavering from the subtle organ chord that drones along with Poe’s story.)
“Had I killed her?, I wondered” Poe stops. Takes a drink, and the then Alan the on looker interjects. “I recently read that story of yours Mr Poe.” Poe looks up at the man for the first time, suspiciously.Alan continues to address Poe, ” It’s fiction but hearing you narrate it I’m beginning to believe it almost could be true…fascinating.” He pauses before he says the word. Fascinating as if it is a dig to Poe. Diminishing his storytelling and his work.
Poe asks ” Who are you sir?” ” Alan Foster, writer” he says with a competitive edge. The camera pulls back and we can see all 4 men now around the table. Foster shows him a newspaper. “For the times” Poe says “Ah…the journalist who’s been storming me with letters for the last 5 days.”
Alan answers him, “Because you’ve refused me an appointment, you forced me to come here and see you. It doesn’t happen very often that Edgar Allan Poe comes here to London” Poe tells him “This is in fact my first visit to England, and it will also be my final visit.”Alan replies, ” Oh, had London disappointed you?” then Poe lilts ” No, life itself” he points to a chair. “Sit down here please.”
“Let me inform you Mr Foster that I am not a novelist…but one of your colleagues, a reporter…every story that I’ve ever written is true, it really happened.” Sarcastically Alan comes back, ” Oh I’m quite sure it did with everything you’ve ever written you see it happen in your imagination.”
“No it didn’t…it’s pure and simple truth let me assure you young man.” Alan insistent, “I believe there’ really is 7 years difference between us, it could be 8″ Poe says 8 then, but to me, it’s a lifetime you see, and I await here for something that doesn’t exist….my death.”
Poe says with a little levity. Foster answers him, “You’re extraordinary…I’d been led to believe that death is certain yet you say it doesn’t exist, it does” Poe interrupts, “You’re confusing death with a tomb young man…it’s a common mistake, a sheet of marble that will cover all of us, assures us that it’s certainly a tomb but…life has not been ended. But of the people who are buried there are many who haven’t died, they’ve survived, I’ve researched this.” Foster looks at him skeptically.
“Oh I think you’re making fun of me, a man of your great intelligence certainly doesn’t believe that there’s a hereafter, oh no no.” He gestures to the sky in mocking terms. “I’d like to give you more credit” Poe lilts his voice again, ” My gratitude you’ve perfectly insulted my intelligence with I’d say an exquisite elegance.” With that Poe toasts Alan and takes another sip of his wine. This public tête-à-tête between the 2 men, this duel of words starts to lighten as Alan offers his thoughts and his apology to Poe.
“If I’ve insulted you, I didn’t mean to and I apologize, you’ve always had my admiration and all my respect as well…and you still do, however I disagree with you, I think life’s cycle culminates with death and entombment…after that wells, there’s nothing…it’s the end. If there is some existence after that…if there is I firmly believe that it’s in the spirit. That may never die. Nobody ever returns from the dead as in your stories. I admit that I’m afraid, yet I’m not afraid of the dead, not at all. It’s the living…oh yes, my fear is of the living. They’re the ones who can harm us you must agree.”
Finally Lord Blackwood, who’s been sitting quietly begins, “Pardon me sir, I am Sir Thomas Blackwood, I’d lay a hundred pound sterling on the theory that you sir could not spend a single night in my castle in Providence.” Foster laughs, “why do you believe that I might run away from the place?” Blackwood simple says “No” then more seriously he adds ” You’d remain there…of all those who had agreed to take up my wager, not one has ever lived to run away.” Alan tells him,”I’m sorry that I’m unable to take you up on your bet.”
Poe says ” perhaps it’s just as well young man, I’ve heard of this castle of Sir Thomas’ it’s on a cliff overlooking the valley in the Providence. Approximately 12 months ago a bride and groom visited there…they were the last” Blackwood interrupts quickly’ “That’s right, she was a cousin of my wife’s” Poe says ” the information that I was given was that, and Sir Thomas might dispute it. they were never seen again.” Foster dismissively says ” These honeymooners decided that they’d stay, is that it” He chuckles
“whether they still live or if they died, I’m certain that they left” Blackwood says ” Mr Poe is telling the truth…he happens to be right” Blackwood’s face for the first time shows some sardonic aspect to the taunting wager. As if to bate the young man even further.
“They remained there. They’re both resting there in the family cemetery” He leans in “Each year I search like this I seek to locate a courageous man to see if he’s willing to spend the night in the castle and dispel the legend…but you are quite a nice young man
and I feel grateful that you’ve decided to refuse to accept the wager”
“It’s not that I don’t want to wager My Lord, I’m not a coward, Ha, the fact is I lack a required sum, you see most journalists these days don’t have money..am I right? For Ten I’d be glad to” ” you’d take the wager for 10 Sterlings” Foster answers “Right away.”
“Then you will go there tonight…the night of the dead” Now the organ lays on much harder, the chord expressing danger and horror ahead.
“It is only from midnight tonight , the first midnight in November…until the sunrise that you may see the dead come back again to perform those tragedies that cost them their lives.” Forster unmoved says ” Well you know this experience is liable to prove a valuable addition to my thesis I have an excellent title already…The Castle Of Terror” He laughs while Poe looks on in earnest.
Poe says ” please think about whether you really want to go there” ” I look forward to it,but you sir…I want that interview now”
Just then Blackwood shouts ” No!, you must go there immediately…it’s a distance away and it will take us at least about 2 hours by carriage” Blackwood appears more like a devil incarnate. Very eager, as if he is about to knowingly sacrifice this naive young man up to some secret rite. Foster says, “What about my interview with Poe here?” ” If it’s so important to you, perhaps we can talk while we’re traveling” Poe tells him. “Do you mind if I accompany you…I would like to.” Blackwood answers Poe, “I assure you I’d be honored.” Foster says “Come on I’m ready to go”, he rises from the table. “Coming sir, during the journey I’m assured I’ll be able to get a good interview tonight!”
Then Blackwood rises and says “Of course” Poe takes one last swig of his wine and rises from the table now. The camera pulls back. The bar keep says “Thank you gentlemen…goodnight” The 3 men ascend the stairs. Poe looks rather weary then pauses at the top of the stairs to laugh at the skull of a horse hanging by the door.
Now the scene has switched to the trampling sound of 2 white horses pulling the carriage through the fog. Suddenly Blackwood tells them, “Gentleman we’re here.” We hear crickets and night creatures stirring. As Poe and Foster disembark from the carriage, Poe tells him “Mr Foster you still have time if you want to return with us.” But Foster answers , “No thank you I intend to win the wager” Poe tells him to please think it over again.” Foster tells Poe, “My thanks for the interview, I fully expect to return to see if published someday.
Blackwood tells him that they’ll be back at dawn to pick him up. Poe wishes him the best of luck and shakes his hand.
Blackwood tells him that he’ll find the castle through that gate. He points, “And I also want to wish you good luck.” Foster says thank you and looks toward the castle still off screen.
Now he approaches a massive iron gate , opening it up slowly as it creaks from the years and lack of oil. He tips his hand to the men and stands by the gate as he watches Poe and Blackwood leave in the carriage. As the carriage pulls away, strings play an eerie drawn out one bowed note, he closes the creaking gate, staring through the fog, as it swells around him like ectoplasm. A low note keeps pulsing. He stands in the darkness. Now walking with a slow stride toward the castle. He looks around the grounds. There are grave markers and a large stone wall surround him. We see a close up of a cat’s eyes. Beautiful little black cat, a nod to Poe perhaps. He begs the branches away from his face.
Walking deeper into the castle’s domain,we now see the little black cat in total, as Foster smiles he suddenly becomes oddly tangled in dangling branches, while a horn blares like little stab wounds to his head and shoulders. He gets himself clear of the branches, still walking passed grave stone after grave stone. His black cloak sweeps in the fog. Now he starts to ascend some stone steps.
Strikes a match and lights a small candle. He comes upon a rotting wooden door which is the entrance to a stables. Now we see the little black cat briefly playing with a silken lacy scarf, and a music box theme begins to play. Foster picks up the shiny fabric with his cane and looks at it by the candle light. Now in the main grand dining room of the house, he tosses the scarf onto the table and walks around the room. He drops his candle and is suddenly thrust into more darkness and shadow.
The organ escalates to octaves of blaring wiry waves, Forster walks thru the darkness. Now holding a candelabra. The candles seem to burn out inexplicably. A theremin wavering and warbling indicates a spooky macabre presence, something of the supernatural realm. Foster goes to the window. The soundtrack oscillates like a droning whistle as he lights the candles again. We hear the running scales, a typical haunted house gimmick or spook sound effect. Yet somehow along with the cinematography it does not appear ridiculous or absurd as in farce.
He takes his hat and cloak off, picks up the candles again walks around until the clock strikes out, as he walks over to view it through the hall. It is 11:30 pm close to midnight. The mechanisms of the clock are still yet the clock chimed. We hear the sound of his heels clicking on the stone floor. The clock strikes again as he walks away and then stops again. He looks at his own pocket watch. Now the clock has started ticking once again as if playing tricks on him. He is suddenly startled. Its the reflection of his own image in a dust covered mirror. He begins to lecture himself earnestly.
“Don’t Let the mirror frighten you as this dusty one has, that was just your own reflection there. And you’ll have to be suspicious and as carefully of every room…you know it’s important to remain calm. What ever happens tonight you will have to survive til morning.”
He enters another room and closes the heavy wooden door. Now there is an image of a beautiful blond woman with her hair done up, she is an elegant lady. The screen shot of the painting start to warble, he looks at the painting mystified. The music becomes all spooky and wavy again, “It’s just a painting” as it ripples before his eyes as if in the midst of severe heat. He talks to it.
“You’re a beauty…I’ve decided to make notes, will you mind?” he says as he looks up at the portrait. He makes a “Hhm” gesture to the lady and begins to write in his notebook, sitting at the table. Now a mysterious waltz is heard, as if from a distant ball room. A lovely melody. Celebratory and charming. Romantic. Lyrical and fable like and hauntingly elegant. As the music played on an aged harpsichord reverberates through the castle, Foster goes to investigate the uncanny music.
As he walks closer toward it, he sees the briefest impression of a woman in a white dress run through a door and close it. As he goes to the closed door, the music abruptly stops.
Now as he opens the creaking door, a bat flies passed him forcing him duck.
He walks slowly around the quiet, dark empty room. He lights a match and gets some candles lit again. Now sitting at the harpsichord he reads the sheet music and plays the very melody he just heard coming from that room. Suddenly a woman’s hand reaches out and touches his shoulder from behind. He turns around and there standing before him is the bewitching doe eyed Barbara Steele.
“Did my brother send you?” He rises, smiles and responds, ” If you’re referring to Sir Lord Thomas Blackwood, yes.” He clasps his hands together a little shy and taken with her presence. “I’m Alan, Alan Foster” She meets his introduction, “my name is Elisabeth.” “Your brother led me to believe the castle was uninhabited” She answers him looking up, just a little coy ” I see.”She continues.
“Dear Thomas tells that to everyone, because to him I’m dead” Foster seems puzzled, “What?” She explains ,”Yes because ever since I left his world…I came here to search for happiness with the man I love.” he answers her, “then you could never succeed in convincing him, reconciling him.”
She tells Foster, “A Lord will never except his own gardener as a brother in law, since then I’ve been alone.” Foster feeling awkward tells her, “I’ll go I remind you of the past.”
She puts her hand on his chest to stop him from leaving, “Are you afraid of me?” The muted light falls on her face illuminating her large characteristically doe eyes. Sleek black hair framing her iconic Gothic beauty. “No, but if I’d known that you were here I wouldn’t have accepted your brother’s wager.”
“Ah yes of course, that’s the wager my brother makes every year, so that I may have company for one night…and also to give credit to all the fantastic stories that are told about this castle.”
Foster asks her, “Is it fantasy or real?” She tells him, ” like all fantastic stories, mere coincidence and a little reality.” She smiles and looks downward.
Now looking up at him, “But…don’t you want to win the wager?” He hesitates a little, then asks, “is there anyone who has succeeded in the past?” Her eyebrows arch, her eyes open wide, “the past doesn’t count, you’re here tonight…you’ll win and get rich.” Now there is a long stare as she penetrates the silence and gazes into his eyes. Foster tells her.
“I’ll be truthful, I could wager only 10 pounds. I’m a poor man” She answers, “then you won’t become rich…but you can help me spite my brother.” Another long gaze and then she says, “come.”
Elisabeth leads him, “Ive prepared your room upstairs.” He stares at her astonished by her mysteriousness. Already in love with her. “You knew I’d be here?” She says, “Naturally…every year on this night someone arrives.”
Alan responds, “On this night, “The Night Of The Dead.” Suddenly the candles blow out, Elisabeth cackles, “Afraid?” Foster asks “who did this?” She tells him, “nobody.”
“The candles are being extinguished simply by the wind.” She grabs his hand, “you’re trembling.” He says, “Oh it seems cold in here.”
“Come this way, must I have to give you courage…a woman…that doesn’t seem right now does it?” She leads him through the great room with the long wooden dining table. Wearing her flowing white gown she looks like an apparition. A materialization with a lovely yet, sardonic demeanor.
Suddenly he is stopped in his tracks. He grabs her arm “Look there!” We see the portrait of the beautiful blond woman again, rippling as if the vision is wavy under water. she says, “what is it?”
“The portrait…it’s effected by the light…the first time that it did that, I’d moved the candles,” She looks up at the portrait. “What did they do to it?” He tells her, “made her eyes seem to glow…this entire painting of your ancestor seemed alive!” She laughs a little, “but Julia isn’t a Blackwood, and she’s exactly my age” he seems a little shaken, “well forgive me, I’m making a lot of mistakes, I’m truly sorry…I better leave you alone…be so good as to make my apologizes to Julia. though I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her.”
Elisabeth looks up at the painting again and smiles, “You’re going to meet her very soon.”He throws his cloak over his arm picks up the candles, as she grabs the lace. ” I found that piece of lace as I came in, I supposed it belonged to someone here.” She tells him, “thank you” as she holds it to her face. She directs him. “this way Alan come with me.” They start to ascend the stairs, “this is so different from what I expected, I was prepared to spend the night with horrible ghosts instead I find you.”
She turns to face him on the stairs, looking down at him, “I’m glad you feel that way, I hope you feel at home because you’re nice.” As he starts to climb towards her she tells him, “yes I like you very much…and Julia will like you.” Now she turns around a little, anger in her tone. “But she must realize that my brother sent you to visit me.” A beautiful little melody plays as he follows her upstairs along the cobwebbed corridor.
A slower version of the haunting harpsichord waltz plays. “In here the things have been kept more orderly as you can see” Alan has not been able to take his gaze away from her. ” Ive been without servants since the day that I arrived. It’s not been easy to see that these things stay in readiness for a visitor like you Alan.”
They enter Alan’s bedroom for the night. She sits on the bed, in seductive reflection. “Alan come here and sit next to me…I want to hear what’s happening in the world outside.” He walks over, and smiles. The melody of the waltz gently plays using strings. “Well there’s nothing new…people are born and others die everyday, business seems as usual in fact the world goes on and remains the same. ”
Swiflty she looks somber and distant, as if thinking of things past. Her beautiful profile surrounded by the lacy canopy cover of the 4 poster bed.”You haven’t missed anything while you’ve stayed here in your own world you seem content.” Now she looks away from him and downward. She’s more shrouded in shadow, she flicks her hair off her shoulders away from, her face and lilts her head upward a bit, eyes closed. He continues, “Are you not?” he asks and then adds.
“It’s a shame though, that society is deprived of the pleasure of seeing such a charming woman as you.” She looks up at him and now lets out a smile again. ” You’re really kind, do you really consider that I’m an attractive woman Alan?”He emphasizes , “Oh yes Elizabeth…(he leans in) I’m being very truthful.” She says in a deeply earnest tone, “I know you are…but now I’m very anxious to hear all about you.”
“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell, but you asked me, so I’ll try…I’m single, never been inside a prison, in London I earn a steady living as a writer and to be honest I’ve been very lonely” The screen switches back to Elizabeth’s frozen stare. The stare turns to worry and sadness, she looks down. “Tonight, you won’t be so lonely.” A gong hit, and the scene is broken as Julia appears in the door frame instantly imposing, ” I don’t believe we’ve met.”
Elisabeth looks frightened. Alan bows and greets her, “earlier tonight I was admiring your beautiful portrait.” Glancing over at Elisabeth. Julia says contentiously, “Yet Elisabeth is the woman you admire” Alan responds, “Ah, Elizabeth really is beautiful isn’t she…but you are also beautiful my dear Julia”Julia replies, ” Well you are kind” her icy face warms up a little. She is stunning yet she is austere and otherworldly.
“I envy you, you know that” Suddenly Elisabeth seems disturbed and comes back at Julia standing up, “Julia , you better not start trying to cause any trouble” ” Elisabeth really that’s being quite unjust to me” Elisabeth answers, ” is it?” she says so faintly. “Just remember he was sent to see me” Julia responds, “Are you certain my dear, is it true Mr Foster?” Uncomfortable he replies, “oh no no I had been led to believe that it been part of a wager…that’s why I came here.” He looks back at Elisabeth. “You see Elisabeth” she says nastily “I”m warning you Julia…mind your own business”
“Oh don’t threaten me as you can see, Mr Foster is finding this very embarrassing Elisabeth” Foster starts to look outward in between the 2 women who are fighting over his presence there. “I have the feeling that he might like to be left alone, why don’t you leave” Elisabeth snaps at Julia “be still!” Julia tells her, “you’re being childish again” Elisabeth says, “well I’ll leave then” and starts to exit the room. Just before she leaves the room, she pauses with her back turned to Alan and Julia, holds onto the door, it lets out a creak then she’s gone.
Julia tells him ,” It’s getting late and I’d better leave also, until tomorrow then…and I’ll hope that you’ll have a peaceful night.”
Julia is wearing an off the shoulder black gown, where as Elisabeth is wearing a flowing white gown. Is this setting up the symbolism of the heroine and the femme fatale once again to delineate who is the heroine and who is the antagonist.
Alan asks ” Will I be seeing you tomorrow morning?” She replies, ” No I’m sorry I won’t be here in the day.” He lifts a finger to ask her, “you mean you’re leaving?”She quickly answers, “not at all, I only said I shant be here in the morning in the daylight.”
There is a slight pause, she bids him goodnight, he bows, she closes the door. Briefly Alan stands in the room reflecting on everything, and the scene quickly switches to Elisabeth leaning against a wall, looking solemn, Julia approaches her.
Julia glares at Elisabeth, she responds, “That’s unfair he’s my guest…you stop staring at me like that he belongs only to me. You had no right to interrupt our visit.” Julia tells her, “Oh yes I did, he might have learned the secret…yet maybe you’d like that. Would you like him to learn it. Yes or No?” Elisabeth replies, ” I can’t let him know…if he did he’d never be able to face me and he’d try to leave he must never learn the truth about this horrible place.”
They continue to walk together, the sustained low organ pad drones on. Julia tells Elisabeth, “he will learn the truth, just see him again and I will tell him.” Elisabeth begs, “Julia…I need him….I need to be with him.” Julia asks, “Are you in love with him?” She tells Julia, “Yes, I love him!” Julia coldly says,”poor dear…and do you really expect that you’ll be happy Elisabeth?”
“Happy?….yes…I’ll be happy with him.” Julia quickly says “No!…you won’t be happy with any man”
“I’m certain that with Alan here I could really be happy…you’re speaking like this Julia only because you’re so jealous…that’s the only reason you’re so against us” Julia touches Elisabeth’s face and answers, “No, you’re liable to feel disappointed.” Elisabeth slaps her hand away, “I’ll not be…I’ve dreamed of this night. At last I can go away with the man I love” Julia again coldly, frozen as ice says , “You can’t leave Elisabeth, you’re trapped in this castle” She answers, ” trapped here, no it’s not true.” She turns away…it can’t be, it can’t be” she runs away crying and screaming the words.
Now Alan is taking off his coat. He goes to the desk and rifles through several dusty books looking at the titles. He starts to leaf through one. Inside the book is a note that reads “I’ll expect you at midnight.”The inside title page says Carmus Elements of Metaphysics Medicine. He takes it to his bed, lyes down and begins to read, when the door handle to his room begins to jiggle. The music turns troubling and Alan goes to grab his little pistol while he waits to see who will be opening up the door to his room. The strings start striking fear and panic, developing the tension.
He finally goes to the door, and standing there is Elisabeth. “Oh you’re still up I see…I figured you’d be asleep…I hope you won’t be too angry I wanted to see you.” He laughs with relief. “I’m pleased you’re here…I wanted to see you again. You made me feel so much at home tonight. I’m very attracted to you my dear.”
“Alan dear are you really?”He tells her most sincerely, “Yes Elisabeth.” She smiles and moves deeper into his room. “Thank you” The musical waltz theme starts to play. As she moves her hair away from her face he says, “your hair, it’s lovely… your beauty is strange and very unusual.”
They sit on the bed together. She repeats the name in the book “Carmus, I see that you were planning to read this, in that case I will leave.” As she begins to get up, he grabs her and says, “No please stay here, promise…Elisabeth I must tell you that I think you’re the most loveliest girl on this earth.”
“Oh Alan, I’m so very happy you said that…kiss me…be mine then.” She whispers it again, “kiss me…love me Alan…love me” He embraces her, she grabs him around the neck and cheek to cheek she says in his ear, “oh yes my dearest.” Her hands grip the back of his head, she looks in exquisite pain as he buries his face in her neck, lavishing her with kisses. Their theme plays gently.
“Keep on embracing me…I want to absorb the warmth of your body….kiss me kiss me, warm me.” She holds him so tightly to her. “Dearest Alan, Alan my dearest you will give me life.” Then while holding his face they finally kiss full on the mouth.”
The camera switches to Julia lurking outside the door. She collapses against the wall. “I tried telling her” The lighting is set only upon her face and shoulders. Casting her in an a strange light.
We here Elisabeth speaking and moaning in the midst of their passionate love making while Julia listens tortured by the sound of Elisabeth in the throws of passion with this other man.
“I tried telling her, I’ve tried, I’ll make her remember this night.” Distorted deep chordal rumbles with contrary high octave piano tinkles in the upper register, shatters the moment, and emerging from the shadows we see a figure of a man. He has a mustache, he grabs Julia’s hand.”Have you seen her?” Julia answers, “Elizabeth…yes she went back in there again” He says ” I knew she’d see him and she did It’s too late.”
Julia tells the man, “She’ll be sorry that she did, pretending to be something that she isn’t…I better tell Herbert, excuse me.” She tries to go passed him, turns around and looks a little frightened of the man, then keeps going.
The scene on my video jumps as if it’s a bad edit. Alan and Elisabeth are lying in bed. He says to her as Elisabeth is lying there staring upward away from Alan’s gaze. Alan looks at her adoringly. She says, “We met too late my love” but Alan answers, ” That’s not true, I’ve not been happier”
besides dear we’ll be together from now on.”
She answers him, ” No…apart. your life is today…but mine is the past” He looks at her putting his arm over her. Then he lifts himself up in order to face her directly, ” I don’t believe that Elisabeth/” She sadly explains to him, “I can’t be in your world I remain in mine.”
Alan now rests his head on her breast. Still she hasn’t moved. Staring like a corpse. Pale and unemotional, while he clings to her so sweetly. As he holds himself close to her he grabs her hand. Suddenly he becomes startled, aroused by something that frightens him. He cries out,”Elisabeth!” She quite still very still answers his pleas, “Yes Alan” knowing that he has discovered the secret.
He collapses back onto of her and says, “Oh thank heavens…for a moment I thought…that your heart had stopped.” Now the frame shows a close up of Elisabeth still unmoved by his feared revelation then his relapsing back into a fetal lovers embrace. Elisabeth’s face like marble so endlessly still and unmoved, and still so eerily quiet. She begins to talk in linear tone.
“My heart isn’t beating Alan…it hasn’t beaten for 10 years. I’m dead Alan….dead.”
There is a sudden shock cut as a brutish muscular man with no shirt comes bursting into the room calling “Elisabeth!” She finally moves. Sitting up and screaming, “No! No Herbert No!” as the muscle bulging brute comes bounding toward the lovers on the bed. She screams “NO NO”, as he stabs her in the stomach. Alan punches him in the face which knocks him back. The man rushes out of the room stumbling away, the strings are furious, Alan goes off in pursuit. Alan holds out his pistol and shoots the man who falls to the ground. Presumably dead. As Alan gets closer to the body, it just evaporates into thin air. Dissolves as if never having been there.
Alan looks around everywhere that surrounds him. Actor Georges Riviere looks somewhat like a young Peter Finch. He runs back through the darkened corridors of the castle back toward the room where he left Elisabeth. Now there is no trace of her. He calls out for her ” Elisabeth” several time, getting more frenzied as she is no where to be found. As he runs down the stairs holding his little pistol he says to himself, ” it’s not possible”
Then from another part of the room, a door creaks open and a philosophical voice answers, “Everything is possible here tonight…you must not be concerned about Elisabeth” Alan asks, “What happened?…she disappeared.”The man answers, ” Yes yes, she did” Alan tells him, ” It was horrible where is she I must find her?”
The dark man tells him, ” It’s no use” Alan asks, “You mean she’s dead, well if she was killed I would have to find her body”Again the man intercepts Alan’s panic with quiet reason, ” You will not find it…it does not exist in your world.”
Finally Alan asks, ” You sir, who are you?” He answers, “I am Dr Carmus”Alan seeming surprised “Carmus?…the famous Dr and scientist?” Carmus approaches the startled Alan.
” Yes” he answers as me moves closer to Alan. Alan tells him, “There’s been no news of you for years. I concluded that you had died.”
“Did you..perhaps I could say that I stopped surviving in your world. I wanted to try some experiments and I wasn’t allowed to do it. But you’ve suffered a shock. I want to prescribe something to drink, this way as he gestures to Alan to follow. Carmus leads him out of the great hall. Covered in cob webs, covered in shadow. “I have an excellent whiskey in my study.” Both men enter the room. Carmus closes the creaky door behind Alan. He still seems shaken up, Carmus tells him “come in won’t you…the drink will relax your nerves. Your name is Foster?” Alan asks him “How’d you know?” Carmus replies, ” I overheard you speaking to Elisabeth.”
“You heard everything?” Carmus answers, “yes I heard every word…and I also saw what happened, but I was unable to intervene in any way…you will understand the reason.” He brings Alan his drink who is now putting his jacket back on.
“Sit down please, sit down and let the drink relax you” Alan sits and swigs down the glass of whiskey.
He says, “it’s impossible, it’s as if it’s a nightmare, I feel convinced Elisabeth is alive. I held her in my arms. I felt life in her body” He turns adamantly, “I saw her living!”
“It’s because at that moment she lived with the strength of her senses…they never can die” Alan says ” I don’t understand.”
“You know human beings, there are 3 forms of life. The weakest of them is the human body. Then the spirit that is it’s strong point. Then the senses, are proved that they’re not internal, but continue normally after death in some bodies…experimenting with this theory I proved that the senses remain strongest when a human being is pulled from life by an act of violence…I’ve seen this frequently when there is emotion…in other words…death isn’t completely accepted unless the victim is ready to die.”
Alan laughs a little, “I think that’s completely absurd” Carmus tells him, ” I’ll prove my thesis then”
He leads him to a cabinet and tells him that he rented the castle from Lord Blackwood in order to work on his experiments “away from a suspicious world” then he takes out a snake from a wooden box and tells him, ” you’ll now see how successful I was.”
Perhaps this is a clue into the history and the origin of the dead coming back to life by way of the senses and the need for blood. Maybe it was Carmus who first experimented with the few dead souls living in the house, reanimating them. No, because he meets his fate at the hands of Herbert who comes into his study and snaps his neck. Never mind!
“Now be careful because he’s very dangerous, at this moment this snake here is ready to strike in his own defense.” Carmus takes a sharp knife and cuts the head off of the snake. “I’ll take it’s life, yet it will continue to live through the senses even though life has left the body…and survival through the senses is even stronger.” The halved snake continues to wriggle. “Dr, I’ve seen Elisabeth…and alive, I feel she didn’t die…you’re not proving your theory, because I still feel unconvinced she’s been killed.”
Now we see the snake’s head writhing around on the table again. Alan looks down. “it’s over, the serpent must be dead.” Carmus looks at him. “See if it is, put out your hand” Alan goes to touch it, and gasps. Pulling his hand back we see the snake’s head still moving wriggling jutting it’s forked tongue out between it’s fangs and rattling. Carmus says, “it’s still dangerous…as you can see the senses are still living. His flesh has been pierced, but the senses can live on indefinitely.”
“You may be right” Alan says too easily.” This is only a small demonstration of theories I have proven here, you’ve been a witness to life after death, are you persuaded now that my theory is correct?” He closes the cabinet back up. Alan comes back Carmus, “A reptile perhaps can exist after death but tell me Dr can a human?”
“You don’t believe it…then I’ll show you further proof…you’ve already seen Elisabeth…you have held her closely, and you felt the reactions of a living body as you embraced her however Elisabeth, rests there beneath the earth….she’s been dead many years” Carmus takes Alan to the window, where they look out over the grounds. Alan asks, ” And the others?”
“They are there also…victims of their destiny.” Alan responds, “What destiny?” Carmus tells him “Come with me I shall explain.” He grabs a lit candelabra and begins to have Alan follow him.
“In a few minutes more, the dead will relive their last few 5 minutes in which they encounter their destiny” The haunting waltz begins to appear faintly in the background, then suddenly turns sinister. They walk thru large wooden doors. Fade to Black then cross Fade in, they enter a very dark room the candles burning.
“Only a man as sick as Lord Thomas would send a man here on the 2nd of November…he’s as sadistic as his grandfather the first count of Blackblood”
Alan replies to correct him, ” Blackwood” Carmus corrects Alan, “He had the name changed to Blackwood, but the first count was named Blackblood originally.”
They made him Lord when he became a judge and hung criminals from trees, he was infamous as “The Hangman of London.”
Carmus turns away, and starts to ascend the stairs. “In many ways Lord Thomas is even worse than his ancestor. ”
“Please Dr, I beg of you, tell me of Elisabeth.” All of a sudden the clock begins to strike. Carmus says, “It is the hour…words have no meaning…look in there.” As the clock continues to strike.
A dream like whirring begins as part of the soundtrack effect. We are looking into an empty ballroom at first. The camera begins to move closer on Alan’s face, the light in the room darkens in and out, We see light reflected onto Alan’s face and from his perspective we understand that something is changing in the room. It cross fades into a well lit ballroom filled with well dressed society types twirling around the room to the now infamous motif waltz of the film.
Elisabeth is dancing with the man who had approached Julia outside the bedroom. This is William, Elisabeth’s husband who has just returned from America. He asks Elisabeth if she’d like some water as she sits to rest, she tells him yes. Now seated by the window watching the other guests dance, a dark brooding figure moves outside the window pane. It is the muscular man who had plunged a knife into Elisabeth’s stomach earlier, who knocks on the window. Elisabeth goes to him. ” What do you want?” Herbert insists, “I must talk to you please don’t say no.” Julia watching this exchange begins to move toward the 2 talking at the window. Once Elisabeth sees Julia coming she tells Herbert, “I’ll try to reach you later… go away!” She closes the window on him.
There is a very long pause while the 2 women just stare at each other. Julia with a knowing glance, Elisabeth, with more of a pensive look on her face. We hear husband William call ” Elisabeth, here sips this.” He hands her her drink.
Julia says, “So nice to see you home again” he replies, “Thank you Julia we’re very glad to be here once again, and to be with my lovely wife” He grabs Elisabeth’s hand. “My Elisabeth” Lord Blackwood and his wife walk over. “A magnificent party.” Blackwood says then William asks him, ” Are you leaving?” he says “Yes I’m sorry I have to be in London for a conference in the morning so we’ll have to start early.” Now Elisabeth says the same thing, “Do you really have to be going?, couldn’t you stay longer?”Her brother Lord Blackwood tells her, ” I would like to thank you my dear , the castle seems okay tonight. Thanks to you it’s filled with life” Blackwoods wife says “William we really must be going home”
William walks them out telling Lord Blackwood all about the vitality of America. Elisabeth pipes in after Lord Thomas says to William “You had a good journey” “but I’m glad my husband has been returned safely to you” Lord Thomas dryly say “Naturally.”
Elisabeth grabs a candelabra and tells William that she wants to show them out. As she leaves thru the front door of the castle, we see Julia leaning against a wall looking upset.
Elisabeth tells Cynthia Blackwood goodnight and then bids Lord Blacky the same. They get into their carriage and pull away. Instantly Herbert comes out of the shadows and knocks the candles out of her hands, as he grabs her and tells her, “I must talk to you, I told you that!” She gasps. “Not now,. my husband will be looking for us” He grabs her behind a wall and watches as other people come out of the castle. They hide in the shadows. He pulls her into the carriage house that we first saw in the beginning of the film, where Alan stumbles upon the lace scarf.
She tells him no, but he says yes over here, “While your husband was gone you swore you loved me!” She is lit up in white light. Beautiful, her hair pulled up and back, those black piercing eyes. She is set against a backdrop of straw from the stables. “Me and not Him! and now that he’s come back I can’t bear the thought of you in his arms…I won’t allow it.”
“He’s my husband did you forget that?…let go of me.”Herbert is agitated, ” I’m warning you before it’s too late.” He begins to kiss her neck. She says No, yet as he sinks down her body, we see her face start to express ecstasy.
Now the scene fades into a blur then framed again is Alan’s expression as he is witnessing the past events unfold.
Carmus says ” It’s getting late…they have a rendezvous with death…they’ll keep it, they have to….every death is repeated tonight.” Alan turns and looks at Carmus. The 2 men are surrounded by totally blackness. except for a bit of light on their faces and the candles. Carmus tells him, “Come”
They walk thru the room, and near the wooden door that Alan had tried to open earlier but wouldn’t budge. Carmus easily pushes it open to reveal the bed. where William and Elizabeth are making love. Then walks in Herbert. Alan is watching this whole thing happen from the sidelines with Carmus. Alan watches horrified as Herbert grabs William with his arm around his neck choking the life out of him. Elisabeth is now sitting up in the bed clutching her hands to her mouth. Now as he starts to strangle Elizabeth, someone comes out from behind the canopy lacing to the bed and strikes him with a large brass candelabra. Alan looks quickly at Carmus who looks back at Alan with an all knowing look.
It is Julia who from behind the great wooden bed posts, comes out of the shadows and has strikes Herbert down. Liz falls back onto the pillow. She cries no! Julia nudges Herbert’s head to the side with her pointed shoe so casually to see if he’s dead. He is lifeless, his head smeared in blood. Elisabeth, is crying and rolls over to sob more. Julia looks over at her, comes and sits beside Elisabeth tenderly and puts her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t cry” She rests her cheek on Elisabeth’s naked shoulder. “You’re safe now … he won’t harm you again. I’ve killed him it’s alright. I knew this was going to happen.” Now Alan is still watching the scene unfold from the corner of the room, the 2 women unaware of his presence.
“I knew he would try to hurt you, but that’s all over now ” Elisabeth is still sobbing. Julia climbs on top of her, but Elisabeth starts refusing her advances. She turns to the side table and pulls out a knife that is inside a book. Julia is stroking Elisabeth’s hair and kissing her face, and telling her that she loves her and they belong together. Then Elisabeth plunges the knife into Julia who screams out in pain. She pushes Julia’s lifeless body off of her and gets out of the bed and walks by the body of her dead lover, Herbert. She turns away and cries and screams into her hands.
Alan tries to call to her, “Elisabeth” but again, she is unaware of his presence as this is the past reenacting itself. He pleads with Carmus, “I beg you let me out…I can’t watch” “No one’s holding you here…you are a witness to this Foster, that everything you see is in the past now.” Alan insists,
“It’s merely a trick, just magic that’s all.”
“Be convinced the dead are in a different dimension….they are dwelling beyond our reach…you must learn to accept it.” Carmus drifts away, Alan looks in distress. “Go away! , Carmus I’m sick of your horrors tonight.”
Now the voice of Carmus seems remote. “There is more for you to see Foster…watch closely, the dead are living on this night.” Alan is crying, “I don’t want to see!” He is veiled in shadow now. He shakes himself loose of it and then points insistently, “I want no more of your tricks!….Carmus!!!!” he shouts.
Suddenly we see close up of Alan shock upon his face. He gasps. He has turned around in the same room that is now empty and pristine again.
He walks over and around the bed. Looks to the side panel where Julia had emerged not more than minutes earlier. A single string note is drawing out. He calls out, ” Carmus!” into the hallway.