( woman screaming ) ( pained moaning ) ( woman screaming ) ( man laughing maniacally over screams ) ( creaking door ) ( rattling chains and heavy foot steps ) The ghosts are moving tonight - restless, hungry. May I introduce myself? I'm Watson Pritchard. In just a minute I'll show you the only really haunted house in the world. Since it was built a century ago, seven people, including my brother, have been murdered in it. Since then, I've owned the house. I've only spent one night there. And when they found me in the morning I... I was almost dead! ( pained moaning ) ♪ ( jarring musical note, swelling ) ♪ I'm Frederick Loren. And I've rented the house on Haunted Hill tonight so that my wife can give a party. A haunted house party. (chuckles) She's so amusing. There will be food and drink and... ghosts. And perhaps even a few murders. You're all invited. If any of you will spend the next twelve hours in this house, I'll give you each $10,000 - - or your next of kin, in case you don't survive. Ah, but here come our other guests. (Frederick) It was my wife's idea to have our guests come in funeral cars. She's so amusing. Her sense of humor is, shall we say, original. I dreamed up the hearse. It's empty now, but - - after a night in the house on Haunted Hill - - who knows? This is Lance Schroeder, a test pilot. So, no doubt a brave man. But don't you think you can be much braver if you're paid for it? And I happen to know that Lance needs the ten thousand I'll give him, if he's brave enough to stay all night. This is Ruth Bridgers. You've no doubt read her column in the newspapers. She says her reason for coming to the party is to write a feature article on ghosts. She's also desperate for money. Gambles. You've already met Watson Pritchard, a man living in mortal fear of a house, and yet he's risking his life to spend another night here. I wonder why. He says "for money". This is Dr. David Trent, a psychiatrist. He claims that my ghosts will help his work on hysteria. But don't you see a little touch of greed there around the mouth and eyes? This is Nora Manning. I picked her from the thousands of people who work for me because she needed the ten thousand most. Supports her whole family. Isn't she pretty? The party's starting now. And you have until midnight to find The House on Haunted Hill. ♪ ( title music plays ) ♪ Lance: Well, where is everybody? Nora: It isn't a very warm welcome, is it? Watson: Only the ghosts in this house are glad we're here. Ruth: Are we all strangers to each other? Don't you two know each other? Lance: I'm afraid I don't even know your name. - I'm Nora Manning. - Lance Schroeder. Ruth: Is Fredrick Loren a friend of yours? Lance: I've heard of him, but I've never met him. Nora: I work for one of his companies. But I've never seen him. Ruth: I've never met the man either. Just a phone call. Do you know him? David: No. (Ruth) Then you're the only one of us who does. Watson: I don't know him. All the details about running the house were done by mail. David: He's quite wealthy, isn't he? Ruth: Millions. - David: And five wives, I believe. - Ruth: Four, I think so far. David: A $50,000 party for only five people is a little steep. (David) Even for a millionaire. Lance: Well, if I were going to haunt anybody, this would certainly be the house I'd do it in. ( door creaks and slams shut ) (chandelier tinkles) Nora: Who closed the door? ♪ ( ominous music ) ♪ Lance: This thing's made of solid steel. ( chandelier crashes ) ♪ ( ominous music plays ) ♪ Fredrick: Annabelle? Our guests are here and unfortunately still alive. Is your face on yet? Annabelle: Dust and dirt everywhere. And the water barely trickles. Couldn't you've had the place cleaned? Fredrick: Atmosphere, darling. You know how ghosts are. They never tidy up. That's a very fetching outfit, but hardly suitable for a party. Annabelle: I'm not going to the party. Fredrick: This 'spend the night ghost party' was your idea. Remember? Since it's going to cost me $50,000, I want you to have fun! Annabelle: The party was my idea, until you invited all the guests. Why all the strangers? Why none of our friends? Fredrick: Friends? Do we have any friends? Annabelle: No. Your jealousy took care of that. Fredrick: I had a reason for inviting each guest. I wanted a cross section. From psychiatrist to typist. And from drunk to jet pilot. They share one thing. They all need money. Now, let's see if they're brave enough to earn it. Annabelle: And you call this a party? Fredrick: Could be. Annabelle: Why do you always do that? It spoils the champagne. Fredrick: It might explode. - (Annabelle) It never does. Fredrick: Will you guarantee that? Annabelle: That isn't funny, Fredrick. Fredrick: It'd make a good headline. "Playboy kills wife with champagne cork". - Will you join me? - Annabelle: No, thank you. Fredrick: Just a sip might improve your humor. Annabelle: My humor is fine, thanks. And I haven't poisoned it. Fredrick: It's always good to know that. Fredrick: Have some. You'll enjoy the party more. Go on. Annabelle: Your trust is so touching. And I'm not going to the party. Fredrick: Of all my wives, you're the least agreeable. Annabelle: But, still alive. Fredrick: Would you go away, for a million dollars, tax-free? You want it all, don't you? Annabelle: I deserve it all. Your jealousy isn't tax-free. And your possessiveness is maddening. Fredrick: If ever a man had grounds for divorce... - Annabelle: But can't prove them. - Fredrick: The time will come. Fredrick: You'll slip up one of these days. - Annabelle: You think so? - Fredrick: If I live long enough. Fredrick: Do you remember the fun we had when you poisoned me? Annabelle: Something you ate, the doctor said. Fredrick: Yes. Arsenic on the rocks. You'd do it again if you thought you could get away with it, wouldn't you!? Annabelle: Darling, what makes you think that? Fredrick: Something about you. I hear that hanging is very uncomfortable, in case you get any more ideas. (Fredrick) Don't let the ghosts and the ghouls disturb you, darling. Annabelle: Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you. Fredrick: Don't sit up all night, thinking of ways to get rid of me. It makes wrinkles. Watson: This is what she used on my brother and her sister. Hacked 'em to pieces. We found parts of the bodies all over the house. In places you wouldn't think. A funny thing is, the heads have never been found. Hands and feet and things like that. But no heads. David: The wife, probably in a rage, threatened her husband with the knife and then, carried away by hysteria, took a swing at him, and simply went on from there. Lance: She certainly went on. How many people did she kill, Mr. Pritchard? Watson: Only two. Her husband and her sister. No one else was here. Lance: So there are two loose heads just floating around here somewhere? Watson: You can hear them at night. They whisper to each other. And then cry. ( Lance laughs ) Ruth: Since our host isn't here, would anyone care to mix me a drink? David: Certainly. What will you have? ( door opens ) Fredrick: Good evening. I'm your host, Fredrick Loren. Since we're all strangers to each other, let's get acquainted with a drink. Watson: Mr. Loren, I advise you to call this party off now. The ghosts are already moving and that's a bad sign. Fredrick: Let me apologize for my wife. She'll join us later. - What will you have? - Ruth: Scotch and. - Doctor? - David: I'll have the same. Fredrick: Now, before the party begins, let's go over the details. The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here, until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of. And the only door to the outside locks like a vault. There's no electricity. No phone. No one within miles. So, no way to call for help. Watson: Like a coffin. Fredrick: So, if any of you decide to not stay for the party, you must let me know before midnight. Of course, if you leave, I shan't be able to pay you anything. David: I'm interested in your reasons for this "party". Aside from present company. Fredrick: Ghosts, Doctor! I think everyone wonders what they would do (Fredrick) if they saw a ghost. Fredrick: And now my wife has given us the opportunity to find out. David: Hm. Amusing. David: Ghosts, etcetera, being only creations of hysteria, your party should be a success! Fredrick: Pritchard here promises us genuine ghosts. Watson: Seven, now. Maybe more before morning. Fredrick: That's cheerful. Watson: Four men have been murdered in this house. And three women. David: You've planned your party very well, Mr. Loren. Four of us are men. Three are women. A ghost for everybody. Fredrick: Pritchard, why don't you take us on a tour through the house? Let's see what happens? Watson: See that stain? Blood. Watson: A young girl was killed here. And whatever got her, wasn't human. - Don't stand there! - Ruth: What do you mean? Where? Watson: It's too late. They've marked you. David: Ridiculous. The roof probably leaks. Ruth: That must be what it is. Who'd want to haunt me? Fredrick: I'd say any self-respecting male ghost. Watson: I hope it doesn't come back. David: Well, Mr. Pritchard, you're the life of the party. Fredrick: He hasn't even started yet. Wasn't there a man who threw his wife into a wine vat or something? Watson: That was in the cellar. There's been a murder almost every place in this house. Watson: All this belonged to a Mr. Norton, who didn't die here. He was electrocuted later. Watson: Mr. Norton did a good deal of experimenting with wines. But his wife didn't think it was any good. So he filled a vat with acid and threw her in. (Watson) She was supposed to stay down, but the bones came up. Watson: It's a funny thing. None of the murders here were just ordinary. Just shooting. Or stabbing. They've all been sort of wild. Violent. Different. Lance: Look out! Watson: Thank God she didn't fall in. Nora: You mean there's still acid in there? ( violent bubbling ) Watson: Destroys everything with hair and flesh. Just leaves the bones. Watson: My, it's dry and dusty down here. Fredrick: Well there's... a cure... for that... upstairs. Lance: How'd you get invited to this party? Lance: I mean, what'd he tell you? Nora: Mr. Loren said everybody would get $10,000. Lance: But he didn't say anything about being locked in. Nora: No. Lance: He just made the deal with me on the phone. But nothing about having to stay. Nora: Aren't you going to stay? Lance: If I don't, I lose $10,000. Nora: I'm going to stay, too. $10, 000... Lance: Yes... Do you believe in ghosts? Nora: I don't know. Lance: Well, I agree with what that doc says. You can spook yourself. I've done it in planes. Seen things that weren't really there. Or, were they? ( laughing ) Lance: What are you going to do with your $10,000? If we get it. Nora: What do you mean "if we get it"? Won't he pay us if we stay? Lance: Sure he will. $10,000 is no more to him, than a nickle is to us. Nora: We were in an automobile accident. Now I'm the only one in the family who can make any money. Lance: Boy, I've never seen so many doors. Lance: Bottles! Nora: Does it go anywhere? ( door creaks and slams ) Nora: Lance! Lance! ♪ ( dramatic music ) ♪ Nora: Help me! Please! Lance is gone and there's a ghost! - David: A ghost? - Watson: See what I mean? - Nora: Please! Come on! - Ruth: Did she say Lance is gone? Ruth: Gone where? Nora: We'll have to break it down. It's locked! David: Locked? Fredrick: You all right? Lance: Nothing that money won't cure. I must have - I must have bumped my head. David: The only way you could bump your head in here - - is to run head-on into the wall. David: You didn't do that, did you? Let's get a bandage on that. Watson: I wonder why they didn't kill him. Ruth: Who? Watson: He didn't bump his head. They hit him. Ruth: They? ♪ ( eerie music ) ♪ Fredrick: Nora, you said something about a ghost. Nora: There was something. Fredrick: What did it look like? Nora: It was wearing a black thing that went all the way to the floor. David: Weren't you a little frightened at the time? Nora: Well, yes. David: That, Mr. Loren, is hysteria. Fredrick: Well, then, Doctor, how do you explain what happened to Lance? Was that hysteria, too? David: You'd better get that checked in a day or so. Lance: Thanks, Doc. Lance (whispering): Wait for me in the hall. Watson: The ghosts are coming closer, Mr. Loren. Fredrick: You really believe in your pet ghosts, don't you Pritchard? Watson: Before the night's over, you will, too. Fredrick: Would you like a drink, Lance? Lance: No thanks. - Ruth: I'd like one. Scotch and. Ruth: Mr. Loren, are you really going to pay anyone who stays all night? Fredrick: Certainly. $10,000. Ruth: Will there be much red-tape or delay? Fredrick: In a hurry, dear? Ruth: Frankly, yes. (muttering) Or 'frantically'. Fredrick: There you are, my dear. ( clock ticking ) Lance: Someone or some thing was in here when I came in. But where? If the door was locked, how did it get out? What you saw might have been a ghost, but what was in here was no ghost. Nora: I don't know. I was so scared. ( solid knocking ) ( knocking with echoes ) Lance: Does that sound different to you? - Nora: Yes! ( knocking with echoes ) Lance: 3... 6... 9... 12. Lance: 12 feet. Lance: 3... 6. Lance: I'm going to knock on the other wall. When you hear me, you knock on this wall. ( knocking with echoes from first room ) ( Nora knocks ) (Lance) Tap lower down! ( knocking with echoes ) ( Nora screams in terror ) ( sobbing ) Nora: Oh Lance! I saw it again! Lance: Where'd it come from? Nora: From in here! Lance: Well if it'd ran out of here - I'd have seen it. Nora: Lance, it doesn't run, it just floats! Lance: But why didn't I see it? Nora: You don't believe me! Lance (laughing): How can I? Annabelle: I'm Annabelle Loren. You must be Miss Manning. I realize this is a very unusual and, I'm afraid, very dull party. Wouldn't you like to freshen up? Annabelle: This is your room. Depressing, isn't it? Nora: I doubt if I'll spend much time here. Annabelle: It's going to rain. Perfect atmosphere for my husbands party. Why did you come here? Nora: He said he'd give me $10,000. Annabelle: Why did he pick you? Nora: I don't know. My supervisor just said I'd been invited. Annabelle: How long have you known my husband? Nora: I just met him tonight. Annabelle: So... why you? What were you doing wandering around by yourself? Nora: I was in the cellar with Lance - Mr. Schroeder - I just left, that's all. Annabelle: Don't do it again. (Annabelle) Don't go anywhere in this house by yourself. Now fix your face and I'll come by for you in a few minutes. Nora: But I - - Annabelle: You're in danger. We all are. Nora: But who? Annabelle: I hope, for your sake, you never find out. Annabelle: I'm Annabelle Loren. Were you looking for something? Lance: Not exactly. Annabelle: Are you the doctor? Lance: No. I'm Lance Schroeder. - Annabelle: The pilot. You've hurt yourself. Lance: Oh, it's just a bump on the head. Which is my room? Annabelle: I believe this is it. Lance: Thank you, Mrs. Loren. Annabelle: Annabelle, Lance. Annabelle: You were with the young girl in the cellar. Why was she so upset? Lance: Was she? Annabelle: And you don't look like the type to go around bumping his head. What really happened, Lance? Lance: Nora thought she saw a ghost, but I didn't see anything. Annabelle: She was just frightened, then? Lance: And mad at me, I think. I kidded her about it. Annabelle: I wouldn't joke about anything else that happens here tonight. Lance: Now, don't tell me you're taking all of this seriously? Annabelle: Aren't you? Lance: Well, I'd like to find out what hit me. Annabelle: Lance... If I need help, may I count on you? Lance: Yes, sure. I guess so. Look - what's going on here, anyway? What's with this party business? Annabelle: This is no party, he's planning something. Lance: Your husband? Annabelle: I wish I knew what it was.