:08:01
Cathy. My own--
:08:04
My--
:08:37
Where's he going in the storm?
:08:41
She caIIs him...
:08:43
and he foIIows her out
onto the moor.
:08:46
He's mad! He's Iike a madman.
:08:48
He seized me by the coIIar
and fIung me out.
:08:51
You see, I had a dream.
:08:54
I thought I heard a voice caIIing.
:08:56
I reached out to cIose the shutter,
and something touched me.
:08:59
Something coId and cIinging,
Iike an icy hand.
:09:03
And then I saw her.
A woman.
:09:05
Then my senses must have become
disordered because the faIIing snow...
:09:09
shaped itseIf into what Iooked Iike
a phantom, but there was nothing.
:09:15
It was Cathy.
:09:17
Who is Cathy?
:09:20
A girI who died.
:09:25
Oh, no, I don't beIieve in ghosts.
:09:27
I don't beIieve in phantoms
sobbing through the night.
:09:29
- Poor Cathy.
- I don't beIieve Iife comes back...
:09:32
once it's died
and caIIs again to the Iiving.
:09:35
No, I don't.
:09:38
Maybe if I toId you her story,
you'd change your mind...
:09:41
about the dead coming back.
:09:44
Maybe you'd know, as I do...
:09:46
that there is a force
that brings them back...
:09:50
if their hearts
were wiId enough in Iife.
:09:54
TeII me her story.