Lower Animal Functions

(demonic voice): I shall persist to join you

every night… first in sleep, then in your arms.

Everything will be mixed

with abomination, and you’ll be knee-deep in blood.

Everyone will cry.

There will be none to bury the dead.

You are promised to me!

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

Promised?

She means her husband!

Promised?

Help me! Help me!

(thunder rumbling softly)

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

As I feared.

Dr. Seivers :

Well?

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

“Well” what, my boy? 

Cannot you see?

Dr. Seivers :

See what?

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

See that she is cursed.

Prof. VON FRANZ :

Cursed?

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

Yes, cursed.

This dear young creature 

is possessed of some spirit.

Perhaps A Demon.

Harding :

I beg your pardon.

Dr. SIEVERS : 

I assure you, Harding,

The Professor means 

this as hyperbole.

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

No, I mean A Demon.

Harding :

You jest --

Dr. SIEVERS : 

But what of your own discoveries

of macabre hallucination pathologies?

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

This is not one.

Harding :

You cannot conceivably have 

perceived all of this --

How should this happen to Ellen?

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

Demonic Spirits more easily obsess those

whose lower animal functions dominate.

Demons Like Them. They seek Them out.

Dr. Seivers :

I do not wish to dispute you, Professor, 

but I myself have witnessed women 

of nervous constitutions invent 

all manner of delusion.

Prof. VON FRANZ :

This is no Delusion.

I Believe she has always 

been highly conductive

to these Cosmic Forces, 

uniquely so.

Your Lunatic, perhaps.

Do You then acknowledge 

A Connection between 

these cases?

Prof. VON FRANZ :

That is The Question.

Harding :

Oh, this is just capital....

Anna Harding :

I tell you, it is The Manner 

of her husband’s disappearance.

Prof. VON FRANZ :

No. This Evil…

What it is, How it has been 

summoned, unleashed, 

I know not, but this remarkable child it 

has chained itself to 

is in grave peril.

I must to my studies.

Frau Harding.

Sit with her. Observe her.

Report her behaviour.

Sievers, no more ether.

But she will rave all the night.

Prof. VON FRANZ : 

Then rave she must.

There is a dread storm rising.