Come in.
William Castle, the producer of this motion picture...
...has a question for you:
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
Some people believe in them. Others do not.
Personally, I do, and I feel sure that when you leave this theater...
...you, too, will believe in ghosts.
No more dictation today.
Now, when you came in, you were given a special ghost viewer, like this.
Here's how it works:
Please change the color of the screen.
Thank you.
You must only use it...
...when the screen changes to this kind of a bluish color.
Then raise the viewer to your eyes and look through it If you believe in ghosts...
...look through the red part of the viewer.
If you do not believe in ghosts...
...look through the blue part.
Please change the color again.
Thank you.
Now when the screen resumes its normal color, like this...
...remove the viewer from your eyes...
...until the next time the screen becomes blue.
One more thing. If someone sits down next to you during the film...
...it would be helpful if you would show him or her...
...how the viewer should be used.
And remember, if you believe in ghosts...
...look through the red part.
If you don't believe in ghosts...
...look through the blue.
Happy haunting. Goodbye for now.
Shall we go?
The La Brea Tar Pits became traps for all kinds of animals.
They would wander out on the tar or be driven into it by their enemies.
The tar would trap them and slowly k*ll them.
Now, someone's going to ask: How did birds get into the pits?
Vultures and condors fed on whatever had the misfortune to be trapped.
Sometimes, the birds got caught in the tar...
...and were pulled down to their death.
If any of you would like to see where these birds and animals came from...
...the pits are in the Wilshire District of L.A.
Go there sometime and fry to imagine...
...what it was like 40,000 years ago when monsters like these...
...wandered around where, now, expensive cars roam.
Why did huge beasts...
...so much more powerful than Man...
...disappear from the earth, while Man...
...a relatively puny thing, survived?
Excuse me. Just a moment.
-What's wrong, Mr. Van Allen? -Your wife's on the phone.
-But I'm lecturing. -I told her that.
-Will you take over for me? -Yes, of course.
Oh, Cy, where are you?
Explaining how Man survived the Pleistocene Age.
How did he?
And why?
Honey, what's wrong?
The moving men are taking the furniture away again.
-Won't they wait? -No, they won't wait.
-Not even till tomorrow? -Payments are 3 months overdue now.
-Three? I distinctly remember— -Somehow you didn't make the payments.
But if we can make them now, plus a month in advance...
Let's do that.
-How much money is in the bank? -About 2 dollars.
I get paid soon.
You don't get paid for a month, and we owe it all anyway.
Do you suppose Mr. Van Allen...? -No.
Mr. Van Allen doesn't make much more than I do...
...and he's got three children.
-What's the matter? -Nothing.
Good thing we own the mattresses. Did you get Buck a birthday present?
-Yeah. -Don't forget to bring it. Bye.
Bye, honey.
Why do they always take our furniture?
Because your father is a wonderful man, just forgetful.
-Like me? -Like you, Buck. Sometimes.
The rest of the presents are just useful anyway. Socks and things.
You gave him that one?
There's nothing wrong with ghost stories, Daddy.
Unless that's all you read. He's got every spooky book ever printed.
-You believe in ghosts, Buck? -Sure.
-You want some cake? Cake?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
-You've got to make a wish first. -I already have.
We won't know if your wish comes true if you don't wish out loud.
I don't want anyone to know.
-Then you wished for something bad. -I have not, Medea.
If you can't tell us, it's something wrong.
Don't you want us to know what your wish is?
I wish we had a house with furniture that nobody could take away from us.
Mr. Cyrus Zorba?
Telegram for you.
"With regard to a matter of great importance...
...you are requested to visit the office of Benjamin Rush, Attorney...
...tomorrow morning at 10:00. Signed, Benjamin Rush."
-Who? -Benjamin Rush, Attorney.
It's not anyone we owe. At least I don't think.
Could be the lawyer from a collection agency.
What are you going to do?
-Go. What else? -Suppose you just run away?
Why run before you know what's chasing you?
Well, I read about a man who waited to find out...
...but he never did because it ate him.
Benjamin Rush, Attorney at Law.
Oh, he's in the Petro Building.
You haven't done anything you can be arrested for?
No.
Not lately.
So you inherit the house, which is the bulk of the estate.
-Furnished? -Oh, yes.
It's pretty old-fashioned, but it's furniture.
-Is Buck psychic or something? -Ma'am?
Our son, Buck. His birthday wish was for a house with furniture.
Yeah. What sort of a house is it?
I'm afraid you're gonna be disappointed.
It's one of those sprawling old mansions they built 50 years ago.
It's better than a third mortgage and no furniture.
Don't decide to move in until you've seen it Here's the key and the address.
This is really strange.
I thought my uncle d*ed 10, 12 years ago in India, or some place.
No, he d*ed here, last week.
Everything about your uncle was strange. Including his will.
Is that the rich uncle you talked about before we got married?
He's been here in Los Angeles all these years...
...and didn't let me know?
He wanted the world to think he was dead.
He left you this too.
-What is it? -I don't know.
Is this all? The house and the package? No other...
No money, if that's what you mean. Dr. Zorba was wealthy at one time.
He spent it all on his experiments.
I seem to remember he was fooling around with the occult
-Spirits from the other world. -Ghosts.
Dr. Zorba collected ghosts from all over the world.
You inherit them too.
Come on.
They go with the house.
I'll get a notary.
Oh, Cy, this is too much.
Mysterious uncle rising from the grave...
...the old mansion, complete with ghosts. Is it a gag?
I did have an uncle named Plato Zorba.
And here's his last will and testament.
What's in the package? It'd be lovely if it were full of stocks or bonds.
-Or just plain money. -Yeah.
-Think we ought to open it? -Well, he said it was yours.
Suppose it has to do with those experiments.
You know, you open the box and all that trouble comes out?
Pandora.
It's probably a hand-painted Christmas tie. Open it
You open it
-Oh, hi. -Hello. Are you Buck?
-I'm Ben Rush. -You're the lawyer.
Are you all moved in?
Wasn't anything to move except us. It's a great house.
Furniture all over. Books.
There's a lot I haven't even seen yet. It's got ghosts.
-So I hear. -You know about them?
-I've heard a lot about them. -You ever seen one?
No. Is your father home?
-He will be soon. We got a witch too. -A live one?
Go ring the bell. She'll come to the door.
Oh, shucks. What did you have to open the door for?
Couldn't you wait for the witch?
Stop calling her that or she'll cut your tongue out.
-Hi, I'm Medea Zorba. -Hi.
Won't you come in?
I told you. She's even got a broom.
-I see what you mean. -You must be Ben Rush, the lawyer.
No skates. We own this house. Or do we?
-It's your house. -Who's boss around here?
-In the no-skates department, I am. -Yeah, that's what I thought.
Was that my father's uncle?
He was a fine-looking man.
I never saw him like that.
By the time I met him they'd almost completely destroyed him.
They?
His ghosts.
Benjamin Rush, Attorney at Law, living in the 20th century?
Plato Zorba, scientist, same century.
Collected ghosts.
You're not serious.
Like you, I didn't believe in them until I'd known him a while.
You can take my word for it, there are ghosts here.
We're talking as if you thought we were in the Middle Ages.
But if you'd seen him as I did:
Back broken...
...face torn to shreds...
...lips ripped away...
You really think we inherited a haunted house?
I wish your family hadn't moved in.
-Hello, Mr. Rush. -Hi.
Hi, honey. Here are the rest of those papers, signed and notarized.
But what about the taxes, the insurance, this housekeeper?
Let's ask Mr. Rush to stay for supper.
Well, I'd love to. Even if you do call me Mr. Rush.
I'll tell Mother...Ben.
You the head of this department too?
You walk down. You don't slide.
Know what? If you don't watch out, you're gonna grow up to be a witch.
For a guy with no money, he sure could get complicated.
Well, we've got ourselves a house. The timing was perfect
-More coffee? -No, thanks.
-Daddy? -Please.
-What about the witch? -We mustn't call her that.
It's a perfect name. I have a feeling she doesn't like me much.
She doesn't like anybody much.
We told her we couldn't pay her...
...but she asked to stay until she found something else.
She practically begged us.
She must have some money. She lived here for years...
...and Dr. Zorba paid her well.
Hey, look what I found. What does "oo-ja" mean?
Why, I haven't seen one of these for years. It's a Ouija board. See?
Oul: French for "yes."
Ja: German for "yes."
-How do you play it? -Where'd you find it?
I pushed something on the fireplace and it opened.
There's a gadget goes with it, Buck.
I think they call it a "planchette."
I pushed this.
Here it is.
Looks like it might be Old Latin.
How do you use this, Daddy?
"Ouija, the mystifying oracle.
Modern method of fortunetelling." Anybody want to try it?
I have a friend who can translate. I'll take it over to him tomorrow.
My boss, Mr. Van Allen, talks Latin in his sleep.
If he can't translate it, no one can.
-You want your fortune told? -Now, here's how it works.
Everybody puts one finger on this, just lightly.
Then somebody asks a question.
We all concentrate and the Ouija will answer.
-Oh, come on, Cy. -It will. It's magic.
Come on, everybody put a finger on it
Okay. Just lightly. Now, somebody ask a question.
By the way, if you ask a silly question, it won't answer.
-Ben, you ask a question. -All right Here's the question: Is Medea in love?
Concentrate now. No cheating.
You see? It was a silly question.
-Can I ask a question, Daddy? -All right, Buck.
Lightly.
Are there any ghosts in this house?
I pushed toward "No," but you all ganged up on me.
No, I was helping you, Ben. I think this is silly.
-You don't want to play? -It's rigged.
How can you say that after what you told me today?
That's a toy.
-You want to play, Daddy? -I'll go along with Hilda and Ben.
Let's stop.
You want to try it with me?
You ask the question, Buck.
-How many? -How many what?
It knows.
-Thirteen. -Thirteen what?
Ghosts.
You ask it
Are they going to hurt us?
Don't fool around with that thing anymore.
Let's ask it but don't touch it You ask it Are they going to k*ll any of us?
Don't ask it when.
I don't want to know.
But it was just floating in the air. There was nothing touching it There's a very simple explanation for it I don't know what it could be. I'm frightened.
Of what? A silly game?
Ghosts.
Now listen, honey. Maybe Zorba was a very strange man...
...who could see ghosts and do supernatural things.
But we aren't him.
We're ordinary people who don't have supernatural powers...
...and don't want any. Oh, here it is.
Codicil 11.
If we don't live in here... it goes to the state as part of the park system.
And once we move in, we have to stay.
-We can't sell it even if we want to? -Nope.
If we don't live here, it goes to the state. Golly.
Living here is the difference between sinking and swimming.
Just not paying rent saves half my salary.
-Cy, why's it so cold? -I don't know.
-A window open, I guess. -But it's freezing!
What's that?
Wind, probably.
I'll say good night to the children.
Well, leave the door open!
Okay.
-Medea. -Come in.
-Hi. -Hi.
Old Doc Zorba sure went in for antiques, didn't he?
1 sort of like them.
I hope you're not too upset by what happened.
Just a game.
I know. Silly, wasn't it?
I think all this spook talk of Ben's has got us all imagining things.
Daddy.
Yes, darling?
Do you really think there are ghosts here?
Oh, of course not.
And now it's time for all pretty girls to go to sleep.
Good night.
Don't worry.
I'll leave this open.
Fine.
All clear on the offspring front.
I'm going down and get a book. Be back soon.
Thirteen...
Thirteen...
Thirteen...
Thirteen...
Any luck?
Luck?
Can't you read it, Van?
Yes, I can read it. It's Latin.
Well? What's it about?
What's it about?
At first I thought your uncle was another one of those fakes.
And now I'm not so sure.
Here.
I found this in the university publications.
It's printed 10 years ago.
"The professor who advertises for haunted houses...
...so he can photograph ghosts...
...is Dr. Plato Zorba, a scientist of unquestioned repute.
Dr. Zorba's experience with ghosts in many parts of the world...
...has convinced him they are unhappily earthbound...
...because of unsolved problems.
Dr. Zorba has perfected a device with which he can see ghosts...
...and is working on a method of ultraviolet ray photography...
...which will enable him to take permanent pictures...
...of the supernatural world."
He wasn't a fake.
This is a record of years of work in the world of spirits.
If any of this is true, and I don't say all, just any of it...
...then your uncle had penetrated farther into the supernatural...
...than any man in history.
-He captured 11 ghosts. -Captured?
Dr. Zorba proved that if you could see a ghost you, could control it...
...to a certain extent.
Yes, I think so.
A section describes exactly how he made the lenses for those glasses.
Took him years.
He then traveled all over the world.
He found one ghost in a caste in Ireland.
Another one in the catacombs below Rome.
He caught one in a village in Italy, another one in Tibet I wonder which ones I saw last night.
Each ghost has a separate section.
This is the last one...
...Ghost 12.
You said 11.
Twelve.
"I, Plato Zorba, am the 12th...
...earthbound not for the crimes I committed...
...but for the crimes committed against me...
...and which I shall revenge before I be released...
...from haunting the earth."
And here's a curious thing:
He wrote, "Ghost 13."
The rest of the page is blank.
Paleontology. Van Allen.
Yes. Hold on.
Cy? I want you to come home.
I'm pretty busy, honey. What's the trouble?
There's no use trying to tell you. I want you to come home right away.
I'm on my way.
-I've got to go home, Van. -The ghosts?
I don't know.
Well, have they hurt anyone?
I don't know.
You all right?
The kids?
Well, then?
You come in here.
Well, what happened?
They came off the shelves and broke.
You mean, they fell off?
They came off.
I've had enough, Cy.
Stop it Stop it, I say!
That was Emilio.
Who?
Emilio. He was an Italian chef that k*lled his wife.
He k*lled his mother-in-aw too. And his sister-in law.
With a meat cleaver.
You'd better stand over there.
Well, what for?
He doesn't mess up the kitchen often...
...but when he does, wow!
Now Emilio's through.
Now I'm through.
Who told you all this?
The witch. Elaine. She knows a lot we don't know.
-Like what? -Well...
...she knows most of the ghosts. She's even seen some of them.
She's about the creepiest person I've ever met.
Don't you think so?
Well, she's different.
Maybe she's one of the ghosts herself. What then?
Suppose they hurt one of the children.
I don't think they would.
That cleaver almost cut off your head.
Look at the burn on your hand.
So how can you say they won't hurt Buck or Medea, or you again?
Things'll calm down, Hilda.
Oh, Cy, let's get out of here. We're in danger.
You sent for me?
Yes, Elaine.
There are some questions I'd like to ask you.
How long did you work for Dr. Zorba?
For many years.
You knew about his experiments with the supernatural?
I helped him.
When he was alive he could control them, but now...
I'm afraid...
I never was before...
...but now I am.
I can't help feeling that our living here...
...everything that's happened to us is all part of a plan...
...that Dr. Zorba wants us to do something.
But what?
I can't help you.
He used to trust me, and in those days I helped him...
...with the cameras and lenses.
But toward the last, he trusted no one.
Were you and Ben the only friends he had?
Ben only. He turned against me.
He was doing foolish things and I wanted him to stop, but he would not.
-His experiments? -Those too.
Mainly I objected when he converted everything into cash...
...stocks, bonds, real estate, everything.
Then he withdrew all his accounts from the banks.
It was foolish.
-What did he do with the money? -No one knows.
There is no record of it Ben and I spent days searching the house after he d*ed but found nothing.
-Maybe he spent it -On what? He had all he needed.
-Besides, he never left the house. -Maybe he gave it away.
I knew Plato Zorba very well.
He never gave away anything.
This house is not a gift, really.
It's a burden, perhaps a curse.
The last thing he wrote...
...was about a crime committed against him.
What did he mean by that?
I don't know.
How did he die, Elaine? And where?
I'll show you.
I'll stay here.
This was Dr. Zorba's bedroom.
That is where he d*ed.
How did he die, Elaine?
Spirits, from the other world.
Is that what you told the coroner?
He wouldn't have believed me any more than you.
The official cause of death was suffocation.
Who saw him last?
I mean, was anybody here when he d*ed?
I was here in the house, but I didn't see him that night at all.
He and Ben were working on his will.
-Did Ben see him die? -Oh, no. Ben had gone.
Dr. Zorba d*ed sometime later that night.
I found him the next morning, there.
What did the police say about it?
They talked mostly to Ben. I called him first.
I hated this room. For years I never came in here.
But that morning I did. I don't know why.
Something seemed to be pulling me to this place.
If you stay here, you too will learn not to come into this room.
What do you mean, if I stay here?
You should get out of this house now. Tonight
It was a wonderful evening, Ben. Thanks.
-How about some coffee before you go? -No, thanks. Not tonight.
I wish you and your family were staying somewhere else.
This place gives me the creeps, it always has.
Don't start on that again.
I worry about you, Medea.
Just for me, will you fry to be a little careful ?
For you, I'll pull the covers over my head tonight.
-See you tomorrow? -Well, I hope so.
Don't worry. I'll be careful.
-Thanks again. Good night -Good night.
Daddy, Daddy!
Darling, what happened?
Come in here.
Oh, good morning.
Well? How is she?
I'm getting her breakfast now.
Good thing there were some of those pills left
-Did you call Buck? -Yeah, I yelled as I went by.
Back, you lion, back! I'm Shadrack the Great.
Back! Down, you lion, down!
I'm Shadrack!
I met a lion.
-That's good. -And a man without a head.
Take this up to Medea.
Then you come back and eat your own breakfast.
-Morning, Buck. -Hi, Ben.
Medea's in bed. She saw a ghost last night.
I just saw a lion and a man without a head.
What do you know? No head at all?
I think the lion bit it off because the man was looking for it I've got some papers for your dad.
He's gone to work. I have to bring Medea her breakfast.
-Where'd you get all that money? -I found it on the floor.
-When? Just before you rang the bell.
But exactly where did you find it?
Right there.
Exactly?
Somewhere around there. You think it belongs to some ghost?
You found it. It belongs to you.
You mean I can keep it?
Sure. It was just laying on the floor?
Just those two?
That's a lot of money, $200.
What were you doing Just before you found the money?
-Skating? -No skating in the house.
Sliding down the banister?
You going to tell Medea?
Well, we're pals. Don't you know that?
I keep your secrets and you keep mine. Okay?
Okay. But I don't have any secrets.
Well, I'll give you one.
You take Medea's breakfast up to her, then come right back.
And don't tell her I'm here. Promise?
I can keep a secret.
And don't say anything about finding the money.
I'll be right back.
Here's your breakfast.
I just saw a lion and a man without a head.
What did you see last night?
An apparition. At the window.
Do we have them too?
We're the only family in the whole world...
...with their own apparitions and ghosts.
Why don't you get up?
As long as you bring me breakfast in bed, why should I get up?
-Where's mother? -In the kitchen.
Where's Elaine?
I don't know. Well, I gotta go.
What's so important?
Gotta keep a secret.
What secret, Buck?
-You didn't tell her? -Nope.
Good man.
Now I'll tell you the biggest secret you ever heard...
...if you promise not to tell a living soul.
I won't even tell the ghosts, and they're not living.
There's a treasure hidden in this house.
Pirates?
Sort of.
Before old Dr. Zorba d*ed, he hid all his money.
This must be some of it Well, there's a lot more, and you and I are gonna find it If Medea gets up, we'll make her hunt too.
No, no. That's the secret.
You and I are gonna find the money all by ourselves.
Aren't we gonna give Dad any? Or Mother, or Medea?
We're gonna give it all to them. But let me ask you this.
Suppose we have to, maybe, cut a hole in the wall some place.
Now if you told your Dad, what would he say?
Well, he might not understand.
That's why this has to be just between you and me.
Okay. When do we start?
First you've got to hide that.
Next, I've got to make some plans. Then tonight, we start.
Maybe I could hunt around some today!
Okay. But be careful.
If anybody comes while you're hunting, you act like nothing's happening.
Now don't tell anybody about finding the money.
And don't tell anybody about the treasure hunt. And Buck...
...don't tell anybody I was here this morning.
-Right? -Right.
Suppose somebody asks me right straight out:
"Was Ben here today?"
I wasn't here, Buck. Now that's the way it has to be.
Who was that, Buck?
Who went out?
Nobody, Medea. And besides, it's a secret.
Come in.
If you're busy, I can come back later.
I'm glad you're here. I want to talk to you. Sit down.
Ben, we've been in that house two nights.
The first, I got this.
Last night they att*cked Medea.
They didn't hurt her.
Well, why Medea?
Was she wearing those glasses Zorba made?
No, she wasn't
What's going to happen, Ben?
Is my family going to be terrorized every night?
Maybe this is the answer, Cy.
I think I can legally get the state...
-...to pay you for the house. -But the will-
You've only been in the house three days.
The longest three days in my life.
I'll bet you'll be glad to get your family out of there.
See, we can say you never actually took possession.
Now, how soon can you move?
-Right away, I guess. -Good.
I wouldn't spend another night in that house...
...under any circumstances.
Zorba, Paleontology. Oh, hi, Buck.
Yes, it's all right.
A secret? Well, tell me about it, son.
All right, Buck. Just as you say. See you later.
Buck's all excited.
Any trouble?
He's got a secret.
A big surprise for me.
What is it?
He wouldn't tell me.
I think you could cut his arm off and he still wouldn't tell.
Good kid. Well, then, you'll move today?
We haven't much to move except ourselves.
I think I'll be able to get you $10,000 from the state.
Oh, Cy? This will interest you.
I'm so sorry. I can speak to you later.
No, no, Van. Stay.
-Ben Rush, this is Mr. Van Allen. -How do you do, sir?
How do you do? Listen to this.
Almost the last thing Dr. Zorba wrote.
"Today I finished converting my assets into cash...
...and put it where unscrupulous men can no longer steal it from me."
I wonder where that is.
Well, if he never left the house?
And don't forget, he wrote this about only a month ago.
What do you think, Ben?
Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to move.
Well, it isn't likely. I handled Zorba's affairs for a year.
I don't think he could have kept any large amount of money secret from me.
After reading this, I wouldn't be surprised at anything...
...natural or supernatural Zorba did.
For instance, he spoke with the spirits of the dead...
...like you and I chat with the grocer.
He and a medium called Elaine Zacharides...
...used to sit around at a séance...
...talking with people dead for five centuries.
All you have to do is find Elaine Zacharides.
I don't have to find her. She's the housekeeper.
Would she hold a séance with you?
I don't know.
I doubt it She's pretty stubborn.
Anyway, you're moving out, so there won't be time.
Well, if she'd do it, we'd take time.
Maybe she'd hold a séance tonight.
Then we could move out tomorrow.
If we could bring the spirit of Zorba back...
...I wonder what we'd find out.
What's a séance?
You talk to spirits.
Buck, why don't you go and pack your things?
-How does it work? -I don't know.
Hand me the dress, will you?
-How does Elaine know? -I don't know.
Oh, I'll be so glad to get out of this house.
Well, what happens?
Oh, you sit around a table holding hands.
Buck, will you please go and help Mother?
What good does that do?
Well, the spirits talk to you.
-What do they say? -I don't know.
Buck, will you please go?!
Why pack? We're not going anywhere.
You heard Daddy. We're leaving first thing in the morning.
Yes, Buck?
Suppose you had a secret. How would you keep it?
You have a secret?
What is it?
Well, it's— Hey, I'm not gonna tell you what it is.
-Well, who's it with? -Ben.
What's it about?
Is it all right to say what it's about?
Sure, as long as you don't tell the secret itself.
Well, you see, Ben and I-
-Need any help? -No, I just finished packing.
If it weren't for this séance nonsense, we could leave right now.
I can go to the séance, can't I?
Absolutely not.
I've never been to one.
It'll be fun. Boy, maybe somebody'll get m*rder*d.
Well, you can't go to this one. It's past your bedtime.
I'll tell you everything that happens.
Well, that's not like seeing it
Right in here. We're ready to start.
Will you sit there, Mr. Zorba?
Your wife here, your daughter here.
The most important thing is concentration.
Let your minds think of nothing except bringing back to this room...
...the spirit of Zorba.
We will now join hands.
Do you think this is really necessary?
Oh, please, honey.
What can we expect? I mean, what will happen?
Perhaps nothing. Perhaps anything.
Dr. Zorba and I experienced total recall with some spirits.
With others we could make no contact at all.
If he comes back, he may speak through me...
...or he may choose one of you.
One of us?
Yes. Although I am the medium, he may choose one of you.
He may even appear.
There's no way to tell.
What can happen? I mean, say he does come.
Can we carry on a conversation?
It's possible.
Let us try for just a short time.
It's very difficult being a medium. And dangerous.
Besides, as I told you, Dr. Zorba no longer trusted me.
Now will you please turn out the lights?
And then we must all concentrate.
Just a moment, please.
Ready?
Treasure!
You're supposed to be in bed.
All we're doing is sitting around a table. Nothing's happening.
I'm not trying to see your old ghosts.
I'm waiting for Ben. We've got a secret.
Ben? He's not coming here tonight.
He might. It's a pretty big secret.
Yes, you told me. But it can wait until tomorrow.
Can't I wait up five more minutes if I promise not to peek?
Okay. Five minutes.
I'm sorry.
Dr. Zorba...
Dr. Zorba...
Zorba...
In death...
In death...
Do not move!
No matter what happens, do not move.
Ben, I found it Come on.
See?
Good work, Buck. Good work.
-Does anybody else know? -Of course not. Let's tell them.
-You're hurting! -I'm sorry, Buck.
We can't tell anyone yet.
But we're moving out tomorrow.
That's right. We've got to get ready...
...so when they're all set to go, bam! We give them the money.
Then we won't have to move.
Right. Now, we've got a lot to do tomorrow.
I think you'd better turn in, Buck.
Get all the rest you can.
I'm not sleepy.
Not sleepy!
I'll wake you so early in the morning...
...the sun won't even be up.
We've got work to do.
Then we'll tell them?
Tomorrow. So sleep now.
I'm gonna hit the sack myself.
Okay. Good night.
You can wake me anytime. I won't mind.
Good night, Buck.
Go right to sleep.
-Help him! -No, you mustn't! Stay where you are.
Thirteen, thirteen...
Death tonight...
...one of you...
Are you all right?
Bring him back. Please.
We must know more.
It is of no use. There is interference.
The ghosts are restless, angry.
Tonight, death walks again...
...in this evil house.
Suddenly I became cold.
And for an instant I seemed to black out.
And then...
...then I heard a strange voice come from me— But I can't remember.
You- I mean the voice said:
"Death tonight" and the number 13.
And then he...
...he said it would be one of us.
-Where are you going? -Just to see if Buck's all right.
It's Ben! It's Ben! The bed, it's hurting him!
-98, 99, 100!
I never thought I'd get tired of this.
Daddy, why did Ben dress as Zorba's ghost...
-...and appear at my window? -He was trying to frighten you.
He knew this money was hidden here.
After he m*rder*d Zorba, he tried to find it Then we moved in. He wanted us out of here.
Where do you think our new house ought to be?
New house? What do we want with a new house?
Buck! Take that thing off.
Can I keep it?
-Breakfast is ready. -Well, I'm starved.
Do you think there are still ghosts in this house?
No. The earthbound spirits have been released.
Don't you want your breakfast?
I'm guarding the money.
-Elaine? -Yes, Buck?
You really are a witch, aren't you?
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
And the ghosts, they haven't really gone, have they?
They'll be back. They'll be back.
Real soon, I hope.
Just a moment, before you leave.
If any of you are not yet convinced there really are ghosts...
...take the supernatural viewer home with you...
...and tonight, when you're alone, and your room is in darkness...
...look through the red part of the viewer...
...if you dare.
13 Ghosts (1960)
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