Laura's House

The planet of California on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invites you to let George do it. Laura's house, another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice, dangerous my stock and trade.

If life seems like a hurricane and you can't find a storm cello, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Mr. Valentine, my name is Ms. Terence. Next to Barney Burke, Francine Melton is my dearest friend.

I don't want to leave Francine unless I have to. After all, we've been together for years, ever since the days when we taught in the same grade school together. But, Mr. Valentine, I can't stand it much longer.

Francine has become hypnotized. Now, I don't believe in supernatural things, but I can see what will happen to the three of us and that you come to help. There'll be the murmur of ghostly laughter, the growing insanity of constant fear and sooner or later the screaming arms of death. You see Francine has been hypnotized by a house. Lauren's house. You George Valentine, Clara Brooke?

Yeah, I'll try. Well come on hop in. My name is Bonnie, Bonnie Burke. Oh yes. Miss Tarrant mentioned your name. She asked me to meet you. I'm afraid if she got into this one harsh shade is breakdown. This is what I call being met in style. Come on, Napoleon. I bet you're confused, aren't you? But to see there's the three of us, Miss Torrance. Francine

Melton and I, we've lived together for years. None of us too lucky at the altar. We all used to tea. Oh, what happened? Oh, Francine got an inheritance. But the only part of it worth anything was this estate out here. So we all put our jobs come out and sell it.