No, no, stay where you are. Do not break the stillness of this moment. For this is a time of mystery. A time when imagination is free and moves forward swiftly, silently. This is the haunting hour. The The Hanting Hour. Oh, A corpse there was.

Will you listen to me?

I've got to tell it to someone, and...

Well, I guess you've heard a lot of strange stories.

I'm Catherine Holland.

It all started about a year after I'd come to work for Martin Reed

and Stephen Corey as the housekeeper

who would have such fun the three of us.

Martin was forever making me promise

that I'd be with them always.

Always.

I didn't know how long that could be.

You're only joking, huh, Kathy?

You wouldn't leave us.

You'll stay with us always, won't you?

Not if you keep doing that, Martin.

Oh, you'll get used to it, Kathy.

Oh, but cutting your own name on a tombstone, it's positively morbid.

I don't see that.

If a cobbler can make his own shoes, then surely a stone cutter can make his own monument.

Well, that's true. After all, a man must do something with his spare time.

And you, Stephen, of all people, have no right to scoff at me.

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