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: [shows everyone a knife
] This is what she used on my brother and her sister, hacked them to pieces. We found parts of their bodies all over the house, in places you wouldn't think. A funny thing is the heads have never been found - hands and feet and things like that, but no heads. Dr. David Trent
: The wife, probably in a fit of rage, threatened her husband with the knife, and then, carried away by hysteria, took a swing at him and simply went on from there. Lance Schroeder
] She certainly went on. How many people did she kill, Mr. Pritchard? Watson Pritchard
: Only two, her husband and her sister, nobody else was here. Lance Schroeder
: So there are two loose heads just floating around here someplace? Watson Pritchard
: You can hear them at night, they whisper to each other, and then cry.
Dr. David Trent
: [Nora has encountered the organ that plays by itself and runs screaming through the house
] Did you hear anything? Frederick Loren
: Organ music? Dr. David Trent
: That... and someone walking.
Dr. David Trent
: Nora, I think you're a little upset. Would you care for a sedative? Nora Manning
: Get out! Get out all of you! All of you get out and leave me alone! Just get out of here!
: Dr. Trent, don't you approve of our little party favors? Dr. David Trent
: Suppose Nora had a gun when she was alone in the cellar with the blind woman? Ruth
: Oh, I don't think anyone else is going to walk around in total darkness. Annabelle Loren
: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you? Dr. David Trent
: Who knows? Fear can make people do amazing things.
: Throw these guns away, they won't be any good. Dr. David Trent
: I agree with Pritchard, although not for the same reason.
: Four men have been murdered in this house, and three women. Dr. David Trent
: You certainly plan your parties very well, Mr. Loren, four of us are men, three are women, there's a ghost for everybody.
: You ever find out what happened to that little TV reporter? Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.
: No. They never found her. Evelyn Stockard-Price
: So we don't even know if the little bitch is dead or alive? Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.
: But I think Price must have killed her. There's no other explanation. Evelyn Stockard-Price
: There's plenty, you moron. For all we know, Steven's got her spying on us right now. Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.
: Oh, bullshit. Evelyn Stockard-Price
: Oh, God. This whole fucking thing's falling apart. Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.
: It's not, baby, it's not. Somebody's gonna pull the trigger. Evelyn Stockard-Price
: But nobody has yet, Donald. They're not at the breaking point. The bozos have to believe that their lives are in danger. Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.
: They have your death at his hands. How much more do they need? Evelyn Stockard-Price
: But they didn't see it happen. They still have their doubts, they're confused. What we need is another body. Steven's bloody hands right next to him. Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.
: Well how the hell are we gonna do that? Evelyn Stockard-Price
] This may sound a little crazy, but hear me out.
[Evelyn brutally stabs Donald