SPLATTERHOUSE 1 soundtrack - Haunted House -427 MEGS-
0One time back in early March 1907, a preacher went to see if he could put a haunt to rest at a house in his settlement. The house had been haunted for about ten years. Several people had tried to stay there all night, but they always would be scared out by the haunt.
So this preacher took his Bible and went to the house— went on in, built himself a good fire, and lit a lamp. Sat there reading the Bible. Then just before midnight, he heard something start up in the cellar- walking back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. Then it sounded like someone was trying to scream and got choked off. Then, he could hear a lot of thrashing and struggling, and finally everything got quiet.
The old preacher took up his Bible once again, but before he could start reading, he heard footsteps coming up the cellar stairs. He sat watching the door to the cellar, and the footsteps kept coming closer and closer. He saw the doorknob turn, and when the door slowly began to open, he jumped up and hollered, 'What do you want?!'
The door shut back easy-like, and there wasn't a sound. The preacher was trembling a little, but he finally opened his Bible and read awhile. Then he got up and put the book on the chair and went on mending the fire.
Then the haunt started walking again, and step!—step!—step!—up the cellar stairs. The old preacher sat watching the door, seeing the doorknob turn and the door open. It looked like a young woman. He backed up and said to her, 'Who are you..? What do you want?'
The haunt sort of swayed there like she didn’t know what to do—then she just faded out. The old preacher waited, waited, and when he didn’t hear any more noises, he went over and shut the door. He was sweating and trembling all over, but he was a brave man and he thought that he would be able to see it through. So he turned his chair to where he could watch, and he sat down and waited.
It wasn’t long before he heard the haunt start up again, slowly—step!—step!—step!—step!—closer, and closer—step!—step!—and it was right at the door.
The preacher stood up and held his Bible out before him. Then the doorknob slowly turned, and the door opened wide. This time the preacher spoke quiet-like. He said, 'In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost—who are you and what do you want..?'
The haunt came right across the room, straight to him, and took hold of his coat. It was a young woman, about twenty years old. Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of eerie blue light way back in her eye sockets. And she had no nose on her face.
Then she started talking. It sounded like her voice was coming and going with the wind blowing it. She told him how her lover had killed her for her money and buried her in the cellar. She said if the preacher would dig up her body and bury her properly, she could rest.
Then she told him to take the end joint of the little finger from her left hand, and to lay it in the collection plate at the next church meeting—and he’d find out who had murdered her.
And she told him, 'If you come back here once more after that- you’ll hear my voice at two hours after midnight, and I’ll tell you where my money is hid, and you can give it to the church.'
The haunt then sobbed like she was tired, and she sunk down toward the wooden floor, and was gone. The preacher soon found her corpse and buried her out in the church graveyard.
The next Sunday, the preacher put the finger bone in the collection plate, and when a certain young man happened to touch it, it stuck to his hand. The man jumped up and rubbed and scraped and tore at that bone, trying to get it off. Then he went to screaming, like he was going crazy. Well he confessed to the murder, and they took him on to the jail.
After the man was found guilty of the young woman's murder and hanged, the preacher went back to that house one midnight and waited until two, and the haunt appeared to him in her bedroom mirror. She told him to dig under the hearthrock of the fireplace. He did, and he found a burlap bag filled with many valuable silver coins.
And where that haunt had held on to his tweed coat, the dark print of those bony fingers were burned right into the cloth. They never did come out.