Cinema: Spectercle

The Haunting. A young woman in a filmy nightie sits bolt upright in bed. Bump. Bump. BUMP. BUMP. The noise comes from the corridor outside her room. Huge feet run past, run back, stop at the bedroom door. Silence. Something is listening. The young woman stares in alarm. Then softly a big body rubs against the door and at the crack beneath it snuffles a gigantic spectral snout. The young woman clutches her throat and—BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! The door is three inches thick and made of solid oak, but it shudders as if cannonballs were bounding off the other side. The...

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