SFX:

Wind followed by church bells tolling

Announcer:

The Witch's Tale.

Music:

Theme plays

Announcer:

The fascination of the eerie, weird, blood chilling tales told by Old Nancy, witch of Salem and Satan her wise black cat. They are waiting, waiting for you, now!

Old Nancy:

Hehehehe

SFX:

Meow

Old Nancy:

A hundred an sweet sixteen year old I be today. Yes sir a hundred and sweet sixteen year old. Hehehe Satan, now that you and I have had our customary sweet evening walk through the sweet cheerful graveyard we're all set to tell folks our customary sweet bedtime story. Hahahehehe. Now tell these folks to douse their lights and we'll get right down to business.

SFX:

Meow

Old Nancy:

That's it, make it nice and dark. Draw up to the fire, gaze into the embers. Gaze into them deep and soon you'll see inside a big old handsome house in little old merry England. Thar begins our story we call The Devil Doctor. Hahahahaha! The Devil Doctor. Hahahaha

SFX:

Meeeeeooow! (screech)

Edith:

Dad, oh dad.

Mr. Douglas:

Yes?

Edith:

Will you and Stanley come in? Mr Roberts is here.

Mr. Douglas:

Be with you in a minute.

Edith:

It's awfully good of you to come over Mr. Roberts.

Roberts:

Not at all Miss Douglas. Before I had received your father's message asking me to call I had already determined to drop in and bid you welcome to Hartley Manor.

Edith:

It's a very trivial matter dad wishes to see you about. Won't you sit down?

Roberts:

Thank-you. I suppose you're very happy to finally be in your new home?

Edith:

I'm sure we will be but we have hardly had time to become acquainted with it yet.

Roberts:

I see the decorators have made quite a few changes.

Edith:

Yes. Dad bought this delightful place because it was so old and rich in tradition, then immediately decided to modernize it. I'm sure you don't approve.

Roberts:

I must confess to a slight dismay.

Edith: That will be the reaction of our other neighbors I imagine. They undoubtedly consider it bad enough that Americans have to live in this historic landmark. I hope the liberties dad is taking with it don't add to their resentment.

Mr. Douglas:

I'd like to be around when they resent it.

Edith:

Dad. I didn't hear you and Stanley come in. This is the Reverend Mr. Roberts.

Mr. Douglas:

How are you, glad you could come over.

Roberts:

Thank-you, Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Douglas:

You know this girl of mine egged me into buying this place but ever since I plant down a cool half million for it she's been picking apart the improvements I've made.

Edith:

If you wouldn't try to change things too much dad.

Mr. Douglas:

Change is what makes the world go around. Oh excuse me, you haven't met my future son in law, Stanley Davis. Stan this is Mr. Roberts, head man at the local church.

Stanley:

How do you do?

Mr. Douglas:

Sit down everybody, sit down. Now before wasting any time on small talk Roberts, I'm going to tell you why I sent you that message to come over here.

Roberts:

Good.

Mr. Douglas:

When I pay for anything I expect my money's worth and I paid for something in this house that isn't here.

Roberts:

I uh…

Edith:

The solicitors told dad that as you were extremely familiar with the history of this house you might help him in his search.

Roberts:

Search? Search for what?

Mr. Douglas:

An ancestor.

Roberts:

An ancestor?

Mr. Douglas:

Yeah, I've been cheated. I was told in the art gallery there were a hundred and six life size oil paintings of the Decasaract family whose estate this used to be but there is only a hundred and five which makes one ancestor missing.

Roberts:

I see. The hundred and sixth portrait isn't really missing Mr. Douglas. It is hidden behind a secret panel, in this room.

Edith:

A secret panel?

Mr. Douglas:

What the idea of hiding my picture there?

Roberts:

It was hidden over three hundred years ago Mr. Douglas. Just after it's subject died.

Mr. Douglas: Why?

Roberts:

Because Burton Decasaract whose likeness it is had placed a horrible blot on his noble family name. He was one of the most infamous monsters that ever lived.

Mr. Douglas: What did he do?

Roberts:

Allow me to show you his hidden portrait fist. It will make the story more believable. The country people here about call him the Devil Doctor.

Edith: The Devil Doctor?

Roberts:

Yes. Let me see. The spring is hidden somewhere in the beaded moulding on the side. Ah I found it.

SFX: Squeaking, wood sliding and a small wooden thud.

Edith:

Oh good lord.

Mr. Douglas:

I'll be.

Roberts:

The hundred and sixth portrait is rather startling isn't it?

Stanley:

Phew, for a moment it seemed he walk right on out of the canvas.

Mr. Douglas:

Darned if I didn't have the same feeling.

Edith:

I'm glad he's painted there, I've never seen such an evil face.

Stanley:

All except the eyes. They're as dead and emotionless as a fish.

Edith:

Yes but that only adds to his frightful ugliness. Please close the panel again Mr. Roberts.

Stanley:

Well I don't know anything about art but whoever painted that knew his business

Roberts:

It is generally believed in this neighbourhood the artist was Lucifer himself.

Stanley:

You mean the devil?

Mr. Douglas:

(chuckles) That's a new one.

Robert:

According to tradition, that is not only a portrait, it is a second body that Burton Decasaract will return to and wear one day if he is able.

Stanley:

Second body?

Roberts:

Well the evil Burton Decasaract was an alchemist, a delver in black magic, and above all a Satanist.

Edith:

You mean…

Roberts:

Instead of God he worshipped the Prince of Darkness. And in a certain vault below this house was often celebrated that most infamous of ceremonies. The Black Mass.

Edith:

I've heard of it.

Stanley:

So have I. It's a horrible perversion of the true mass and it's often in honour of the devil.

Mr. Douglas: Say are you kidding me?
Roberts: Unfortunately Mr. Douglas we are stating an awful truth. Burton was finally accused of witchcraft and arrested. In the vault I have alluded to an unholy altar was found and hideous parodies of sacred images and vessels and in the pit beneath the stone floor were discovered the bones of nearly a hundred human beings.

Edith:

Oh (shivers) He was executed of course.

Roberts:

No he cheated the noble's punishment by committing suicide. Then according to the story the people who had so long feared him rose in arms and demanded his body. They wished to burn it, fire being considered the only way to completely destroy an evil spirit. His relatives smuggled his remains from prison and buried them here. A bishop of the church attended and sealed each corner of his tomb with a holy cross.

Mr. Douglas:

Well if that isn't the craziest thing I've ever heard of.

Roberts:

It happened three hundred years ago Mr. Douglas, in a very superstitious age.

Mr. Douglas:

Say, where is that vault where the old boy did his dirty work?

Roberts:

Below the East turret.

Mr. Douglas:

East, that direction?

Roberts:

Yes Burton's heir had the chamber bricked up. And so it has remained until this day.

Mr. Douglas:

Until yesterday you mean.

Roberts:

I beg your pardon?

Mr. Douglas:

Well I told you I was going to change things here. I went down in the cellar yesterday, saw that bricked up doorway and had the decorator's men tear it out and use the room to store their packing cases.

Roberts: That vault is open!

Mr. Douglas:

I just told you the decorators men opened it.

Roberts:

They are from London and unfamiliar with the story. Mr Douglas, if this became known around here half this country side would be thrown into a panic.

Edith:

You mean?

Roberts:

I mean the legend of the Devil Doctor is a living truth to the people of this region. I beg you have that door resealed at once.

Mr. Douglas:

But why?

Roberts:

I told you their belief about that portrait.

Mr. Douglas:

What, you mean that old Burton will return to life?

Roberts:

If he is able and you have rendered his spirit a service by unbarring the way to his tomb.

Stanley:

His tomb?

Roberts:

Yes, for below the vault where he buried his victims Burton himself was buried.

Edith:

His body is in that room?

Roberts:

Buried in solid masonry.

Mr. Douglas:

By golly, it's beneath the center of the floor. I remember seeing four metal crosses on the corners of a big slab and wondering what they meant.

Edith:

Oh I want to see it.

Stanley:

So do I.

Mr. Douglas:

Now that I know what it all means I'd like another look myself. Come on Roberts.

Roberts:

Yes, I would like to see it to.

Mr. Douglas:

Come on, the stairs are just down this hall.

Edith:

You don't have to tell Mr. Roberts dad, he knows this house better than any of us.

Roberts:

I'm afraid I do. And that is the reason Mr. Douglas I request you seal that vault again.

Mr. Douglas:

Say, if you weren't a preacher I'd say you take this stuff about the Devil Doctor pretty seriously.

Roberts:

As a preacher I accept the bible as the word of god and the whole of it bears many testimonies that evil powers exist that are dangerous to men.

Mr. Douglas:

Yeah hm, well here's the cellar door. Say help Edith down these steps Stanley, they're pretty steep and carpeted with dust.

Edith:

You see how useless it is any attempt to convince my father of anything Mr. Roberts. Haha He won't even believe the man I'm going to marry will assist me down stairs unless he's told.

Mr. Douglas:

Speaking of convincing me none will ever make me believe there is any truth in superstition. The vault's over this way.

Stanley: I haven't been down here before.

Edith:

Neither have I, and after hearing Mr. Roberts' story I shan't make a habit of it.

Stanley:

Mr. Roberts since it's believed that that portrait is a creation of infernal magic, why was it never destroyed?

Roberts:

Because there is a further tradition that whoever harms it will be destroyed themselves.

Mr. Douglas:

Rot! There's the vault just ahead.

Roberts:

Your men didn't break the door?

Mr. Douglas:

It wasn't necessary, when they tore out the bricks that covered it the door was standing open.

Roberts:

Open?

Mr. Douglas:

Yeah.

Roberts:

Strange. In the ancient record it said all was closed and locked.

Mr. Douglas:

Yes well mind these packing cases as you come in. Your liable to snag your clothes on a bent nail.

Edith:

And the shavings are strewn everywhere.

Mr. Douglas:

I saw the crosses about there where that big crate is standing now. Come on Stan, we will push it out of the way.

Stanley: Yes sir.

Mr. Douglas:

Ready?

Stanley:

Yup.

Mr. Douglas:

Let's go. Come on let's push.

SFX:

Heavy wooden crate being slowly pushed on stone floor

Stanley:

This box must weigh a ton.

Mr. Douglas:

Yeah. Edith's concert grand piano was crated in it.

Stanley:

This would be the crate we had to move.

Edith:

I see a metal crucifix.

Roberts:

Yes, connecting slab and floor.

Edith:

Where are the others?

Stanley:

One should be right here if they were placed at all four corners.

Edith:

But there isn't one there.

Roberts:

There are none on these sides either.

Mr. Douglas:

They were there yesterday.

Edith:

Dad, you and Stan tore them away with that heavy case.

Mr. Douglas:

Ha, I guess you're right. (chuckling) Mr. Roberts if the old Devil Doctor is half the man you say he should jump right up and dance now with only one cross to hold him down.

Edith:

Surprised Scream

Stanley:

Edith!

Mr. Douglas:

What's the matter?

Edith:

This slab just moved.

Roberts:

Moved?

Edith:

I felt it under my hand.

Mr. Douglas:

Eh, quit your kidding.

Edith:

I'm not.

Roberts:

Feel the edges of this slab.

Stanley:

What about them? Lord I see what you mean.

Edith:

Dad, they're an inch above this floor.

Mr. Douglas:

You're crazy, they're absolutely level with it.

Roberts:

Feel here Mr. Douglas. Now your hand is safe beside the one remaining cross.

Stanley:

Er, that's funny.

Edith:

Yes it is.

Mr. Douglas:

None of you are chump enough to think this slab has risen since we pulled those crosses off?

Edith:

I felt it move.

Mr. Douglas:

Imagination, it's probably always been like this.

Stanley:

It couldn't have been sir. If it hadn't been raised like this before it's sharp edge would have caught the cleats in that piano case. We, we couldn't have pushed it a foot.

Roberts:

Mr. Douglas, you may think me a credulous old fool but I beg you have those crosses found and replaced immediately. Then have this vault resealed.

Mr. Douglas:

I will do nothing of the kind.

Edith:

Dad, for once in your life give in to someone else. When we first entered this vault I found the story of the Devil Doctor as fantastic as you still do. But, since you moved that case, I… There is something awful here which is making me afraid.

Stanley:

I, well I'm not afraid to admit I feel the same way. It's as though we four are not alone in this vault. It's as though something repulsive and deadly is in here with us.

Roberts:

There is an unseen presence here. Can't you sense it Mr. Douglas?

Mr. Douglas:

No. And when I prove all this is bunk you won't sense it either. Wait until I find a tool of some kind. Ah, this loose board will do?

Edith:

What are you going to do with that board?

SFX:

Prying sound

Mr. Douglas:

Bring you to your senses and smash a crazy old legend.

Roberts:

He means to break that sealed cross.

Edith:

Dad!

Stanley:

No!

Roberts:

Stop him.

SFX:

Metal clinking as cross is knocked loose.

Mr. Douglas:

I thought a good solid whack would do it.

Edith:

You've broken the crucifix.

Roberts:

(nervously) The tomb is no longer sealed.

Mr. Douglas:

And not a thing has happened. You thought that slab would fly up and hit the ceiling I suppose and the old gentleman below would appear in a burst of flame. Haha. I told you I would bring change around here. By the way, you'll have to change a good story now. The crucifix is broken and not a thing has happened.

SFX:

eerie cackling laughter
Edith: What's that?

Mr. Douglas:

What?

SFX:

Continued cackling.

Stanley:

Someone is laughing.

Edith:

From this vault.

Roberts:

No. It comes from underneath.

SFX:

Stone grinding

Stanley:

The slab, one side is slowly rising.

Mr. Douglas:

Good lord.

Edith:

Something is pushing it up. (Screams)

Roberts:

A skeleton wrapped in crumbling shrouds.

Mr. Douglas:

It's rising from that tomb.

Stanley:

Run Edith, run!

Edith:

Yes, yes!

SFX:

hurried/running feet on stone/cement floor.

Roberts:

To the stairs, the stairs.

Mr. Douglas:

God forgive me, what have I done! What Have I done?

SFX:

Evil cackling/laughter

SFX:

Music transition

Edith:

(Sobbing)

Stanley:

Edith, darling, you must pull yourself together. We're safe now, safe.

Mr. Douglas:

Yes. That cellar door is locked and barred and we're double locked inside this room. If we did see a thing which all common sense denies, it can't get at us here.

Roberts:

Do you doubt the evidence of our eyes?

Edith:

(sobbing) And do you think your locked doors will stop that spiteful thing from going where it wishes. That hideous nightmare you delivered from it's tomb. (sobs)

Mr. Douglas:

That's just what it was, a nightmare. It couldn't have been real, it's too impossible.

Roberts:

So one might say who for the first time saw a boa constrictor.

Mr. Douglas:

That's a natural thing.

Roberts:

Whatever is, is natural. We know this thing exists.

Edith:

I can still see the awful horror of its fleshless bones. Its crumbling shrouds.

Mr. Douglas:

Edith, darling.

Edith:

I still hear it's frightful laughter. Smell its sickening odour of decay and moldy death.

Mr. Douglas:

Edith, you've got to snap out of this.

Stanley:

If you'd have only let us leave this house as the servants did when we ran screaming from that cellar. If only you hadn't of insisted we stay here.

Mr. Douglas:

I didn't ask any of you to stay here. I said I wouldn't run away like a panic stricken fool.

Edith:

You knew we wouldn't go and leave you here alone. (light sobs) And now night has come… and darkness.

Mr. Douglas:

Listen here. We've got to look at this like sensible human beings instead of like superstitious children.

Roberts:

So you said when you broke that crucifix upon that tomb.

Mr. Douglas:

And I still think I was right. I don't deny I've been as scared as the rest of you. Cold shivers are still running up and down my spine but I didn't reach the distance I have in life by being a credulous fool.

Stanley:

You can't deny the evidence of all our senses.

Mr. Douglas:

No but I can find the explanation to the way that they were tricked.

Roberts:

What do you mean sir?

Mr. Douglas:

When I heard Edith telling you this afternoon that folks around here resented us living in this old house, I think she called the turn on everything that's happened. We're not wanted here and someone conceived the bright idea of scaring us away.

Roberts:

Mr. Douglas!

Mr. Douglas:

And you Roberts were party to the plan.

Roberts:

I sir?

Edith:

Father?

Mr. Douglas:

He came here with his talk of the Devil Doctor didn't he? He showed us that picture. Told us about the vault and got us so steamed up we went down to see that tomb.

Roberts:

You seriously believe that?

Mr. Douglas:

Yes.

Edith:

Mr. Roberts is a clergyman.

Mr. Douglas:

Which makes his skulduggery ten times worse.

Stanley:

By Jove I believe you're right sir.

Edith:

Stanley!

Roberts:

Mr. Davis.

Stanley:

That explains the thing on natural grounds.

Roberts:

You think…

Mr. Douglas:

I think that ghost we saw was nothing but a man.

Roberts:

You're mad.

Mr. Douglas:

No. That vault was dark. We could see objects and nothing more. A man was concealed in that tomb, nothing more. It was his laughter we heard. Human laughter. The slab was so prepared that he could lift it from below. Then dressed in one of those skeleton suits he appeared, to scare the living daylights out of us.

Roberts:

You forget it was you who opened the vault. You who broke the seals upon that tomb.

Mr. Douglas:

Details. If I hadn't had played into your hands you'd have found another way.

Roberts:

Miss Douglas, you don't…

Edith:

Yes. I agree with dad and Stanley Mr. Roberts. How could you do such an awful thing to us?

Roberts:

On my solemn word of honour I swear you are mistaken.

Mr. Douglas:

You've done enough, don't make it worse with lies. Your plan has filed Mr. Roberts, go tell the others who don't want John Douglas as a neighbour that he don't scare.

SFX:

Cackling evil laugh again

Edith:

Stanley. Dad.

Roberts:

And now it's in the hall, outside this room.

SFX:

Laughing continues in background

Mr. Douglas:

Yes, the laugh who doesn't know his little farce has been played out but he soon will know.

SFX:

Lock unlatching or deadbolt turning.

Roberts:

Don't open that door!

Mr. Douglas:

Come on Stan, let's find this laughing skeleton.

Edith:

Don't go out there!

Mr. Douglas:

Stan, turn on these hall lights so he don't slip by us in the dark.

Roberts:

Gentlemen I beg you

Mr. Douglas:

Why you shut up. Stan which way do you think that laughter went?

Stanley:

That way, towards the drawing room.

Mr. Douglas:

Come on.

Edith:

Dad, Stanley, wait. Look. That cellar door, still locked and bolted as we left it.

Mr. Douglas:

So laughing skeleton came up some other way.

Roberts:

There is no other way out of these cellars, and you can see no normal creature has entered through that door.

Edith:

Yet we heard it laugh, from where we're standing now.

Mr. Douglas:

That doesn't mean a thing. Come on

Stanley:

Wait sir. Perhaps my imagination is playing me tricks but there's a peculiar odour in this hall.

Edith:

I smell it too. It's an odour of decay and mold and…

Roberts:

And death. By everything that's holy I beg you leave this house.

Edith:

Dad, look there.

Stanley:

Lord upon this floor…

Roberts:

A trail of mold.

Edith:

Oh, a piece of cloth.

Stanley:

It's a fragment of the shroud that figure wore.

Roberts:

Look, as I touch it. It crumbles into dust.

Mr. Douglas:

It's all a trick but tricks don't fool me any longer.

SXF:

Maniacal cackling laughter.

Edith:

That laugh again.

Stanley:

It is in the drawing room

Roberts:

Where the Devil Doctor's portrait hangs.

Mr. Douglas:

What do you mean?

Roberts:

I told you the legend of that picture.

SFX:

Cackling laughter turns into a more haughty human laugh.

Edith:

The laugh has changed, it's become stronger, almost human.

Mr. Douglas:

It's altogether human, human enough to be punched in the jaw, and that is what it's going to get.

Stanley:

Mr. Douglas wait.

Edith:

After him, don't let him go into that room alone.

Roberts:

He's playing with fire, fire that will consume us all.

Edith:

He disappeared through that dark doorway. Quick.

Roberts:

Mr Douglas, where are you?

Mr. Douglas:

By the window, he's not going to slide by me. You stand by the door Stan and turn on the light.

Stanley:

I got it.

SFX:

light switch being flicked.

Mr. Douglas:

Well, there's no one in the room.

Edith:

(gasps) That panel…

Roberts:

It's open, as I feared. But the portrait is there, thank heaven.

Mr. Douglas:

Well did you expect to find it gone?

Edith:

It's changed. Those eyes we thought so dead this afternoon, now shine with life.

Stanley:

They look alive.

Mr. Douglas:

Another trick.

Roberts:

No, Lord help us, the Devil Doctor lives.

SFX:

Mocking human laughter.

Mr. Douglas:

The laughter is coming from that picture.

Roberts:

That portrait, stepping form it's frame.

Mr. Douglas:

The lights. Who put out those lights?

Edith:

Lights, lights. For heaven's sake.

Mr. Douglas:

Edith, where are you. I can't see a thing in this darkenss.

Edith:

(scream)

Mr. Douglas:

Edith!

Stanley:

Edith!

Edith:

He's got me! Help! Help! HELP!!

Stanley:

Edith, he's taking her away

Mr. Douglas:

Where, I can't see her.

SFX:

cackling laughter

Stanley:

The laughs going towards the cellar door.

Roberts:

That leads to the vault. To the room of the devil's mass.

SFX:

Music transition dramatic

Mr. Douglas:

Which way is it Stan, oh where is that vault?

Stanley:

I'm as completely lost as you are, old Roberts was right. We should have waited for a lantern before coming down in this cellar.

Mr. Douglas:

That would have taken time and that devil has my Edith. Oh god forgive me.

Roberts:

(faintly) Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Douglas:

It's Roberts.

Stanley:

He's brought a lantern

Mr. Douglas:

Over to him quick. (louder)We're coming Roberts.

Stanley:

(quieter) You still think he tricked us.

Mr. Douglas:

(quieter)Not anymore, no trick could have brought that creature from the frame and we saw it happen. (louder) Roberts quick, lead us to that vault.

Roberts:

It's at the far end. This old lantern doesn't give much light but it was ll that I could find.

Mr. Douglas:

It's enough. Hurry.

Roberts:

You've heard nothing further?

Mr. Douglas:

No the laughter's stopped and so have Edith's cries.

Stanley:

She's fainted I suppose.

Mr. Douglas:

My daughter, oh god forgive me.

Roberts:

Here's the vault.

Stanley:

The doors closed.

Mr. Douglas:

I'll soon….

SFX:

Soft thud of a shoulder against a solid door.

Mr. Douglas:

Oh it's barred inside. Help me Stan.

SFX:

Slightly harder thud against a solid door.

Roberts:

That door is solid oak sheathed in iron, you'll never break it that way.

Mr. Douglas:

It doesn't even budge, what are we going to do?

Stanley:

That heavy beam lying over there.

Mr. Douglas:

We will use it as a battering ram.

Roberts:

Wait, listen.

SFX:

smothered chanting Latin from the vault

Stanley:

A voice, inside, chanting something, in Latin.

Roberts:

Yes, the Black Mass.

Mr. Douglas:

The Black Mass!

SFX:

smothered chanting Latin from the vault continues

Roberts:

In honour of Lucifer the Devil Doctor is about to offer up a sacrifice.

Stanley:

Edith!

Mr. Douglas:

My girl.

Roberts:

You've got to break into that door quick.

Mr. Douglas:

Yeah, got to! Got to! Stan, that ram!

Stanley:

With everything we've got!

SFX:

solid wooden thud.

Stanley:

It doesn't even give.

Mr. Douglas:

Again.

SFX:

solid wooden thud

SFX:

smothered chanting Latin from the vault continues

Mr. Douglas:

Oh what's that devil saying?

Roberts:

His monstrous ritual nears the time of offering.

Stanley:

The ram! The ram!

SFX:

A solid wooden thud followed by another.

Mr. Douglas:

The door won't give.

Stanley:

When it does how are we going to stop that thing inside? A thing that's neither of the living nor the dead.

Roberts:

In faith there is a way. Break down that door! Father help thy to be strong, give thy servant faith and help him banish fear.

SFX:

smothered chanting Latin from the vault grows louder

SFX:

Wooden thuds. A wooden crack.

Mr. Douglas:

I felt it give that time.

Stanley:

The voice inside's mounting.

Roberts:

Yes. It's awful prayer to evil. Break that door or we should be too late. Father give they servants faith, help him banish fear.

Mr. Douglas:

We've gt to break it down.

SFX:

Wooden thud and crack

Stanley:

It gave then, it splintered.

Mr. Douglas:

Again with all you've got.

SFX:

Wooden crash

Mr. Douglas:

We've crashed it. Come on. Edith!

Edith:

Help. Oh help.

Mr. Douglas:

She's alive lying on that slab.

Roberts:

The devil's altar.

Stanley:

The devil holds a knife above her breasts.

SFX:

Maniacal cackling laughter

Mr. Douglas:

You said you had a way to stop him.

Roberts:

By the power of the cross, the name of the father, son, and holy ghost I bid you...

SFX:

Maniacal cackling laughter

Stanley:

He only laughs.

Mr. Douglas:

He holds that knife above my daughter.

Roberts:

My fear is stronger than my faith, oh father help me.

Devil Doctor:

Tuataras Mundi Tuataras Gloria!

Edith:

Help, he's going to strike.

Mr. Douglas:

No, not my child, no, no!

Stanley:

He's covered up her body with his own.

Mr. Douglas:

(Scream)

Roberts:

The knife is buried in his back.

Mr. Douglas:

(moans)

Stanley:

The Devil Doctor, he raises the knife again.

Roberts:

By the father's love has shown my faith the way to banish fear. In the name of the one god I bid you may once have been called Decasaract to the hell from whence thou came.

Stanley:

He retreats!

Roberts:

In the name of the father son and holy ghost

Devil Doctor:

Tuataras (yelling in Latin and screaming as it flees)

Edith:

Dad. Dad? He's covered with blood.

Stanley:

Take Edith from this vault, away from that fiend of hell.

Edith:

He can't hurt us now, he's backing toward his tomb.

Mr. Douglas:

Where another fool like me will bring it back some day? I've heard fire will destroy a thing like that forever. Give me your lantern Roberts. Those shavings will burn!

SFX:

Tin clatter of a lantern hitting the floor.

Roberts:

They've caught fire.

Devil Doctor:

Scream

Mr. Douglas:

Yes, between the devil and the only door. He's not laughing now, he knows there is no escape.

Roberts:

Run all of you, in a moment this place will become a furnace.

Mr. Douglas:

Yeah, run… arrr

Edith:

Stan, dad's fallen.

Stanley:

Roberts, help me lift him, get him out of here. We'll all be burned to cinders. Lift!

Mr. Douglas:

Save my girl Stanley, get her out of this. Never mind me.

Devil Doctor:

Tuataras Tuataras you have deserted me. Ahhhh The fire consumes me.

Roberts:

We are safe from the Devil Doctor, he is surrounded by fire.

Edith:

But not yet safe from the fire ourselves.

Devil Doctor:

Tuataras Tuataras (screaming)

Stanley:

Oh if we could only get Mr. Douglas to the door, help Edith Pull!

Devil Doctor:

Tuataras Tuataras (screaming) I'm dying!

Roberts:

It is the will of God that evil so perish. Let the fire consume him utterly oh lord!

Stanley:

Thank god the door at last, Come on Mr. Douglas just a little effort. That's it!

Devil Doctor:

Tuataras Tuataras (screaming)

Mr. Douglas:

Shut the door for god's sake. His cries curdle my blood.

Devil Doctor:

(screaming) Tuataras! Come to the aid of thy servant! Come aid me!

SFX:

Door closing.

Devil Doctor:

Faint muffled screams continues and ends.

Roberts:

Thank god this is over.

Edith:

Daddy? Daddy you, you?

Mr. Douglas:

No I'm not a corpse yet, but then I was born lucky. Reckon my idea of change has worked after all.

Roberts:

Your craving for change awakened the almost unchangeable but it has been the means of removing the baneful and evil spirit of hell which for so long has menaced this house.

Devil Doctor:

final faint screams

Roberts:

Listen.

Devil Doctor:

screams end in death gurgle/choke

Roberts:

It is over.

SFX:

transition music

Old Nancy:

heheheh

SFX:

meow

Old Nancy:

And so Satan we also brings our story to an end. Hehehe now we'll go find ourselves a nice graveyard and the inspiration for another pretty bedtime yarn to spin these folks next time Hahaha.

SFX:

meow

Old Nancy:

hehehehe

SFX:

End music theme.