we sure picked the wrong night to find a cemetery. let's turn back.
but does it have to be in a cemetery?
but there're so many wonderful things to write about, bob.
but horror stories! why all the time horror stories?
that's life. my kisses are alive.
well, fact or not, i don't see how we're going to find an ancient cemetery in these mountains tonight. i can't see a thing! let's turn back.
i'm getting the jitters! let's turn back!
not so fast!
not so fast!
i'm so frightened.
where?
it frightens me.
then. then what's that music?
what help can we possibly find in the cemetery at this time of night?
i'm not sure i care to find out what it is.
what help will that do if something in there isn't dead?
i can't imagine anything dead playing that music.
could it be some kind of college initiation?
can't we get out of here?
what do you mean?
look!
fiend! fiend!
i'm so frightened.
those creatures!
what can we do?
i'm afraid i'll faint.
be careful!
nothing is worth your life.
i'm frightened. i'm so frightened.
be careful, oh please be careful. we'll never get out of here alive, i know it. i just feel it.
yes i feel it in my bones.
oh, no i'm not. these heathens probably have an open grave for us.
i should hope not. i hate you!
yes, that sudden. if it weren't for you we wouldn't be hunting for an old cemetery on a night like this. it's all your fault.
no. no! no!
what can we do against them?
i still don't know what ever made me go steady with a crackpot writer like you.
my old boyfriend tommy would never have gotten me in a mess like this. at least he's got brains.
maybe so.
bob? bob?
where are they, where did they go? they tried to kill me.
the ghouls--they all turned into skeletons.
it's true, i tell you, it's true! they all turned into skeletons. she-she cut me here.
i love you bob. i really do. forgive me?
you love me then?