CHAPTER ONE

Marion and Sam

In a small, dark hotel room in Phoenix, Arizona,
Marion Crane was looking at herself in the mirror. She was
worried. Her hair was untidy and she was late getting back
to work.
'Don't go, Marion,' said a voice from behind her.
Marion looked in the mirror at the young man who was
sitting on the bed. She smiled at him sadly. 'I must get back
to the office, Sam,' she said. 'My boss is beginning to get
worried about these long lunch-hours.'
'But it's Friday afternoon,' Sam said. 'I don't see you
very often. Can't you stay?'
'When we're married,' Marion replied, walking across
the room to pick up her handbag.
Sam jumped off the bed and stood behind her. He
touched the side of her face softly with the back of his hand.
'Can I see you next week?' he said.
'Why?' she said, not looking at him. 'For another secret
lunch, hoping that nobody will see us together in a small,
cheap hotel room? It's the same every week.'

She turned to Sam, her eyes shining angrily. And then

suddenly they softened. 'Oh, Sam,' she said quietly. She
rested her face in his hand as she looked up into his eyes.
'Why can't we get married now? I want to be with you all the
time. I want to walk along the street with you so that
everyone can see us together.'
This time, Sam walked away. He stood alone by the
window and looked down at the hot, dry city. 'We can get
married when I've paid off all my father's debts,' he said. 'I
only need to pay another $11,000.'
'And how long will that take?'
'Two years, maybe three.'
'Oh, Sam,' Marion cried, throwing the handbag onto
the bed and running to hold him. 'I can't wait three years. I
don't care about the money.' She kissed his face, but she was
almost crying. 'I want to be with you. I'll leave my job. I'll
come and work in your shop.'
'Marion, please. You must understand. I don't want us
to be poor when we get married. I want us to be happy. In
three years' time, you'll be my wife - Mrs Sam Loomis. I
promise.'
Marion sighed and turned round in his arms to rest her
head against his shoulder. 'In three years, I'll be twenty-nine,'
she thought unhappily.

Then she suddenly remembered that she was late for

work. She left Sam by the window, picked up her bag and
walked towards the door. 'I have to go, Sam,' she said again.
'I'm late. Mr Lowery will kill me.'

CHAPTER TWO

Marion's Plan

'I'm sorry I'm late,' Marion called as she hurried into

the office.
'Don't worry,' the other secretary said. 'Mr Lowery's
having lunch with a customer.'
Marion gave the other woman a tired smile and sat at
her desk. 'Did anyone phone while I was out?' she asked.
'Just your sister. She says that she's going away for the
weekend...'
Just then Mr Lowery walked in. He was talking to a
loud-voiced man in a cowboy hat. Marion immediately
looked down and tried to look busy. She knew Tommy
Cassidy and she didn't like him. He was an unpleasant,
greedy old man who was always talking about money.
Cassidy sat down on Marion's desk and showed her a
photograph of his daughter. 'She's eighteen years old,' he
said. 'And she's never been unhappy.'

Marion looked at the photograph and then at Cassidy.

She didn't like the way that he was looking at her, with his
clear, cold eyes and his wet, smiling lips.
'She's getting married next month,' he said, 'and I'm
buying her a house.' He took a thick packet of money out of
his pocket and waved it in front of Marion's face. '$40,000,'
he smiled proudly. 'This will make her happy, won't it?'
Marion looked at the money and smiled politely.
'Are you happy, Marion?' Cassidy asked, still holding
the money in front of her.
Marion wanted to stand up and shout at him: 'How can
I be happy? I can't get married for three years while Sam
works to pay off his father's debts. But you're rich! You can
make $11,000 in three weeks. It isn't right!'
But she didn't say any of this, of course. She sat at her
desk and smiled sweetly. 'I think so, Mr Cassidy,' she said.
'I hope you are,' Cassidy said, putting the money on the
desk. 'Remember, Marion. Money can't buy happiness, but it
can stop unhappiness.'
He walked away into Mr Lowery's office, but Mr
Lowery didn't follow him. He was looking at the money on
Marion's desk and seemed worried. 'I don't want that money
here over the weekend,' he said to her quietly. 'Take it to the
bank after work.'

'Perhaps I can take it now?' Marion asked. 'I've got a

terrible headache.'
'Good idea,' Mr Lowery agreed. 'Take the money
straight to the bank, then go home and have an early night.'
Marion put the money into a white envelope, put the
envelope into her handbag, and left the office.
But she didn't take the money to the bank. A plan was
taking shape inside her head. '$40,000 is a lot of money,' she
thought. 'With this money, Sam'll be able to pay his debts.
Then we'll be able to get married.'
Pleased with this idea, Marion went straight home. She
put some clothes into a suitcase, and drove out of Phoenix.
As she was waiting at some traffic-lights for people to
cross the road, Marion looked at the bag next to her with the
money in it. 'Of course,' she was thinking, 'I can't tell Sam
that I stole the money from my boss. I'll, have to think of a
good story to tell him...'
Suddenly one of the people crossing the road stopped
in front of her car. It was Mr Lowery. Without thinking,
Marion smiled at him and waved. He looked at her seriously,
then walked away.
'Oh no!' Marion thought. 'Now he knows I haven't
gone home with a headache. If he thinks I'm running away
with the money, he'll phone the police. I must hurry. If I can

get to Fairvale before Monday, they'll never find me. I'll be

safe with Sam.'
It was a long journey. After driving all night across the
desert, Marion began to feel tired. She had to stop. She
drove off the highway and parked at the side of a quiet road.
'I'll just rest for half an hour,' she told herself.
But she was more tired than she thought. She lay down
in the front of the car and slept until the morning.

CHAPTER THREE

Bates Motel
Marion woke up suddenly. A policeman with a thin
mouth and large dark glasses was looking at her through the
car window. Without thinking, she sat up and turned the key
to start the car. The policeman knocked on the window and
told her to stop. Marion opened the window and looked at
him nervously.
'Is anything wrong, miss?' the policeman asked.
'No. I was feeling tired so I stopped the car.'
'Why didn't you stay at a hotel? There are lots of hotels
near here.'
'I only wanted a rest,' said Marion. 'Why? Have I done
anything wrong?'
'No, miss,' the policeman replied, but he wasn't happy.
'Can I see your driving papers please?'
Marion turned away from him and opened her bag.
The policeman tried to watch over her shoulder, but he didn't
see the white envelope full of money. She hid it carefully

under her bag, then handed him her driving papers. He

studied them for a minute, gave them back and, without a
word, returned to his car.
Marion started her car immediately and drove away.
Looking in her driving mirror, she noticed that the police car
was following her. She drove slowly so that it could go past,
but i stayed behind her. 'Why's he following me?' Marion
thought nervously. 'Has Mr Lowery reported me already? If
he has, I'll have to sell this car as soon as I can and get
another one. I don't want anyone to follow me to Fairvale.'
At last the police car stopped following her, and turned
off along another road. About an hour later Marion arrived
in a small town. She stopped at a garage and asked about
changing her car for another one. While the man from the
garage was looking at her old car, Marion walked out into
the street to buy a newspaper. Then she noticed the
policeman with the dark glasses. He was standing by his car
across the road, watching her.
Marion didn't look at him. She bought a newspaper and
looked through it quickly. 'Good,' she thought. 'There's
nothing in the paper about me or the money. Nobody knows
yet. That policeman doesn't know anything. He's just trying
to frighten me.'
She went back to the garage and showed the man the
car that she wanted.
'Don't you want to try it first?' he asked.

'No thank you,' Marion replied. 'I'm in a hurry. How

much will it cost?'
'Your car, and seven hundred dollars.'
Marion went to the washroom and took seven hundred
dollars from the white envelope. She came out and gave the
money to the man, who looked at her strangely. Then she
jumped into her new car.
'Just a minute, miss.'
Marion's heart jumped. She looked round quickly, but
it was only another man from the garage. He was carrying
her coat and suitcase.
'You left them in your old car,' he explained, putting
them in the back of her new one.
As Marion drove away, the policeman crossed the road
and stood next to the man from the garage.
'Did she seem strange to you?' the policeman asked.
'Very strange,' the man agreed.
Marion drove across the desert all day, then up into the
hills. As it got dark, it began to rain. Tired and hungry, she
looked hard through the window for somewhere to stay the
night. She couldn't see anything in the heavy rain. No lights
along the road, no other cars. 'I think I'm on the wrong road,'

she thought. 'If I turn round and find the highway again, I'll
soon find a place to stay.'
Suddenly, as she was looking for a good place to turn
the car, she saw a light by the side of the road. At first she
thought she was dreaming. A hotel, here, in the middle of
nowhere? Impossible. She closed her eyes and opened them
again. Yes, it was true. A small sign shining in the night:
BATES MOTEL.
'I don't believe it,' she said to herself as she drove
towards the sign. 'This is my lucky night.'

CHAPTER FOUR

Norman
There were no other cars outside the motel, and the
office was empty. Marion stood outside the office and
waited. Looking up, she saw a large old house on a hill
behind the motel. On the first floor of the house she could
see a light in a window. There was a shadow moving behind
the curtain. The shadow of a woman, Marion thought.
She went back to her car and waited for someone to
come.
At last, through the darkness and the rain, she saw
someone outside the house. It was a man, and he was
running down the hill towards the motel. Marion got out of
her car to meet him. He was a young man, tall and thin, with
a friendly, boyish face.
'I'm sorry I wasn't in the office,' he smiled.
'Do you have a room?' Marion asked.
'Twelve rooms, all of them empty,' the young man
laughed. 'You're wet. Come into the office.'
Inside the office, the young man watched her carefully
as she wrote her name in the visitors' book. Not her real

name, but: 'MARIE SAMUELS'. Then he thought for a

second before choosing a key from the small cupboard
behind the desk.
'Room One,' he smiled. 'It's next to this office.'
The young man carried Marion's suitcase from the car,
and she followed him into her room. He turned on the light,
and opened the window.
'It's small, but it's comfortable,' he said. 'And look.
There's a shower in the bathroom.'
'Thank you, Mr Bates,' Marion smiled.
'My name's Norman,' he said. 'If you want anything, I'll
be in the office.'
'I just want to sleep. But before that, I need to eat.'
'There's a restaurant about ten miles away, outside
Fairvale. But I was just thinking...' he said, lowering his eyes
with a shy smile. 'It's a long way to Fairvale and it's still
raining. Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me instead?
Nothing much. Just bread, milk and cheese. But you can
come up to my house with me, if you like.'
'You're very kind,' said Marion.
Norman looked up, his eyes shining with excitement.
'I'll be back when everything's ready. With an umbrella!'

Marion closed the door behind him and smiled for the
first time in twenty-four hours. 'What an amusing young
man,' she thought. 'Just like a little boy.'
But she was tired, and she had important things to thin
about. The money, for example. Marion looked round the
room for somewhere to hide it. There wasn't much furniture.
She decided to put the envelope inside her newspaper and
leave it next to the bed.
While she was doing this, she heard a loud voice. It
came from the big house on the hill. She went to the window
and listened It was the angry voice of an old woman.
'No, you can't bring strange young girls up to this
house.'
'Mother, please...' Norman replied.
'First you bring them up to the house. Then what?
Music after dinner? Holding hands and kissing?'
'Mother, she's just a stranger. She's hungry and it's
raining.'
'She's not having food with my son in this house. Do
you understand, boy? Are you going to tell her, or shall I
come down and tell her?'
'Shut up!' Norman cried. 'Shut up!'
Then everything was silent.

CHAPTER FIVE

Mad Things
Marion heard the front door of the big house as it
closed. Moments later she left her room and met Norman,
who was standing nervously outside her door.
'I made trouble for you. I'm sorry' Marion said.
'No. It's my mother, that's all. She isn't well today. I'm
sorry. I can't take you to the house. I've taken the food into
my office. Would you like to come in there?'
Marion followed Norman into a small room behind his
office. It was a strange room, full of old clocks and stuffed
birds.
Norman watched her quietly as she began to eat. Then
said: 'You eat like a bird.'
'Do you know a lot about birds?'
'I don't know much about them. I just like stuffing
them.'
'That's a strange thing to do,' said Marion.

'I enjoy it.'

'Is your time so empty?'
'No. I'm very busy. I do everything in the office, I
clean the rooms. I look after my mother.'
'Have you got any friends?'
Norman looked surprised at this question. 'A boy's best
friend is his mother.'
Marion looked at her bread and cheese. She couldn't
think of anything to say. The room was quiet. Just the sound
of the clocks.
'It's stopped raining,' Norman said.
Marion smiled politely and continued eating.
'Where are you going?' Norman tried to start the
conversation again.
'Somewhere nice,' said Marion.
'What are you pinning away from?'
This time, Marion was surprised. 'Why do you ask
that?'
'Oh, people are always trying to run away from
something,' Norman replied. 'But people can never really run

away, can they? Sometimes, when my mother talks to me

like that, I want to run away. But I know I can't. She's ill.'
'She didn't seem ill to me,' said Marion.
'I mean ill in the head,' said Norman. 'My father died
when I was five. She was alone with me. Then a few years
ago my mother met this man. She loved him. I think she
loved him more than she loved me...' Norman's eyes
darkened as he looked past Marion at the wall. 'When he
died,' Norman said slowly, 'and the way that he died... That's
why my mother became ill...'
Marion felt sorry for Norman then. He was like a lost
child, spending all his life in a small motel with his mad
mother. 'Why don't you leave here?' she asked him.
'If you love someone, you don't leave them.'
'Then why not put her somewhere like...'
'Like a hospital, you mean?' Norman looked at Marion
angrily. 'A hospital for mad people?'
'I'm sorry. I didn't want to be rude.'
'My mother isn't mad,' Norman said, his eyes still
burning. Then suddenly, without warning, he became calm
again. He smiled. 'I know,' he said, in a soft voice. 'I just
hate thinking about it. My mother really isn't dangerous. She
doesn't hurt anyone. She just does mad things sometimes.
We all do mad things sometimes, don't we?'

His eyes met Marion's and he seemed to look straight

into her heart. 'Don't you do mad things too, sometimes?'
'Yes, sometimes,' Marion smiled. She thought about
the $40,000 in the newspaper in her room. She did a mad
thing yesterday afternoon, when she put Tommy Cassidy's
money in her handbag and ran away with it. 'I must take it
back,' she thought. 'Tomorrow morning.'
She stood up. 'Thank you for the meal,' she said to
Norman. 'I'm tired, and I have a long journey tomorrow. All
the way back to Phoenix. You see, I made a bad mistake. I
want to go back and put everything right before it's too late.'
Norman gave her a warm smile. 'I've enjoyed talking to
you,' he said. 'I'll bring you breakfast in the morning.'
'You'll have to be early,' Marion said.
'I will, don't worry,' Norman replied. 'Sleep well.'

CHPATER SIX

As Clean as Snow
Marion went into her room and sat on the bed. 'Yes, it
was a stupid idea to steal that money' she thought. It was like
a bad dream. Now, after talking to that strange, sweet young
man, she was awake again. 'I'll take the money to the bank
first thing on Monday morning,' she thought. 'Nobody will
know what I've done. Everything will be all right.'
She stood up. She suddenly felt very strong and happy.
She felt wonderful. 'After I have a shower, I'll feel perfect,'
she thought. 'I'll be as clean as snow.'
She took off her blouse, her skirt and shoes, and threw
them onto the bed. She didn't realise that someone was
watching her. There was a hole in the Avail between
Marion's room and the one behind Norman's office. Norman
was looking through the hole, watching Marion as she
undressed.
Before going into the shower, Marion suddenly
thought of something. She sat down at a small desk and
wrote some numbers on a piece of paper. 'I spent seven
hundred dollars of that money today,' she thought. 'I must try

to pay that back. But that isn't important now. I'm too tired
to think about money. I want a shower.'
She walked into the bathroom and threw the piece of
paper into the toilet. Then she took off her other clothes and
got into the bath. Pulling the plastic curtain behind her, she
turned on the shower.
It was lovely. Beautiful and warm. She closed her
eyes. The warm water washed down over her body. The bad
dream was over. She was becoming a good, clean girl
again...
Marion didn't hear the bathroom door as it quietly
opened She didn't see the old woman who was slowly
crossing the floor. She was facing the wall when the
woman's hand pulled the plastic curtain open. She turned
quickly and could see, through the water in her eyes, a face.
A terrible white face with long grey hair and mad, shining
eyes. And above the woman's head, in her hand, there was a
large, silver knife.
Marion screamed. The woman laughed and brought the
knife straight down into her neck. Marion went on
screaming as the knife cut into her arms, her throat, her
stomach. She tried to fight, but the old woman was too
strong. The knife cut deeply into her body, again and again
and again. Marion became weaker, her screams became
softer. Finally, with a small, strange noise at the back of her
throat, Marion dropped to the floor of the bath and lay
perfectly still. Water was falling into her face, into her

beautiful, frightened eyes. It washed down over her body,

red with blood.
Marion Crane was dead.

CHPATER SEVEN

The Swamp
Norman felt sick when he saw the blood on his
mother's clothes. 'Mother, oh God! Mother!' he cried.
'Blood! Blood!' He ran down the stairs from his mother's
bedroom, out of the house and down the hill to the motel. He
couldn't believe it. His mother a killer? It wasn't true...
But when he finally ran into the girl's room, he saw
that it was true. The girl was lying in the bath with her eyes
still open, dead. And his mother was the killer. He stood
outside the bathroom, feeling sick and afraid. He tried to
think, but he didn't know what to do.
He thought about calling the police, but then stopped.
He mustn't call them. Not now. Because his mother wasn't
really a killer. She was sick. You were not a real killer if you
were sick in the head.
No, he must stop people from knowing. He had time.
The girl was alone. Nobody knew she was there. The best
thing to do was to throw away the body. But how?
Then Norman had an idea. He turned off the bedroom
light and the shower in the bathroom. Then he took the

plastic curtain from the shower and opened it out on the

bedroom floor. Next, he took Marion's body out of the bath
and pulled her slowly onto the plastic curtain.
After washing the blood from the floor and walls in the
bathroom, he picked the body up inside the plastic curtain
and carried it out to her car. He went back to the bedroom
and put everything that belonged to the girl inside the
suitcase. He put that into the car with the body. He looked
round the room one last time. He saw the newspaper next to
the bed, picked it up and, not knowing about the money
inside it, he threw that into the car too.
Then he got into the car and drove away towards a
swamp not far from the motel. When he arrived, he got out
of the car and pushed it into the swamp. He watched
nervously as it slowly went down. It took a long time, but
finally it disappeared.
Norman smiled. 'Mother's safe now,' he thought.
'Nobody will ever learn what happened to the girl.'

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lila
One week later, Sam Loomis was sitting in the office
at the back of his shop, writing a letter to Marion. 'Since I
saw you last Friday afternoon,' he wrote, 'I've thought a lot
about the things that you said. You're right. The money
doesn't matter. I want to marry you now.'
While he was writing, Bob Summerfield, the young
man who worked in the shop, called to him: 'Sam, a young
woman wants to see you.'
Sam walked into the shop and saw a pretty young
woman with fair hair and a small suitcase.
'I'm Lila, Marion's sister,' she said without smiling. 'Is
she here?'
'Of course not,' Sam replied. 'Is something wrong?'
'I haven't seen her since last Friday,' Lila said, her
voice beginning to shake. 'She left home without saying
anything. She hasn't even phoned me. Look, if she's here, I
want to talk to her. She's in bad trouble.' She began to cry.

Sam told Bob to leave the shop, then turned to Lila.

'Tell me,' he said softly. 'What are you talking about? What
kind of trouble is she in?'
'Yes,' said a flat, unfriendly voice from the door behind
them. 'Let's all talk about Marion.'
Sam and Lila both turned to see who was talking. A
short man with a hat low over his eyes walked slowly into
the shop. He was carrying a raincoat over his arm.
'My name's Arbogast,' he said, showing them a card.
'I'm a detective, but I'm not with the police.' He looked hard
at Lila and said: 'Now Miss Crane, where's Marion?'
'Why do you want to know?' said Sam.
'$40,000,' Arbogast replied.
'I don't understand.'
'Your girlfriend stole $40,000.'
Sam looked at Lila. 'Is this true?'
Lila explained everything. She spoke in a cold voice.
She believed that Sam was hiding Marion somewhere. But
when she finished, her voice softened. 'Listen, Sam,' she
said. 'Her boss doesn't want to call the police. He just wants
his money back! If she's here...'
'She isn't,' Sam said quickly.

'Miss Crane, can I ask you a question?' said Arbogast.

'Why did you come here to Fairvale? Did you know
that you sister was here?'
'I hoped she was. I wasn't sure.'
Arbogast looked at her and said nothing.
'It's true!' she cried angrily. 'Why don't you believe
me?'
'I'm just doing my job, Miss Crane.'
'Really?' said Sam. 'Then have you phoned any
hospitals at Phoenix? Maybe she's had an accident.'
'That's not possible,' Arbogast replied. 'Her boss saw
her and her car last Friday. She was driving out of Phoenix
with the money.'
Then Arbogast looked at Lila. He gave her a warm,
friendly smile to show that he finally believed her. 'I think
she's here, Ms Crane,' he said. 'Maybe not here with her
boyfriend, but she' somewhere near Fairvale. I can feel it.
Don't worry,' he said touching his hat and walking towards
the door. 'I'll find her.'

CHAPTER NINE

A Few Questions
The next day Arbogast visited all the hotels near
Fairvale. He showed everyone a picture of Marion. 'Have
you seen this girl?' he asked them. The answer was always
'No.'
At last, as he was driving along the Old Highway
outside Fairvale, he saw a small motel by the side of the
road.
'Maybe I'll be lucky with this one,' he thought. 'I've
tried all the others.'
Arbogast left the road and drove up to the motel.
Norman Bates was sitting outside his office in the evening
sun, reading a magazine. He stood up and smiled as
Arbogast got out of his car.
'I almost missed you, 'Arbogast said.
'I forgot to turn on the sign,' Norman replied. Do you
want a room?'
'No thanks. I only want to ask a few questions.'

'What sort of questions?' asked Norman, turning to go

into his office.
'I'm trying to find a girl,' said Arbogast, following him.
'My name's Arbogast. I'm a detective.'
'Oh really?' Norman tried to smile calmly. 'A girl?'
'Her name's Marion Crane,' Arbogast explained. 'She's
from Phoenix. She disappeared last Friday and her family
are very worried.' He showed Norman the photograph. 'Have
you seen her?'
Norman shook his head without looking.
'Maybe she stopped here about a week ago?'
'No. I haven't had any visitors for more than two
weeks. Business has been bad since they moved the
highway.'
'Can I see your book?'
Norman gave him the book from under the desk
without speaking. He watched as Arbogast took out an
envelope and studied the names in the book.
'Ah.'Arbogast's finger stopped at the name of Marie
Samuels from Los Angeles. 'You see? She was here last
Saturday night. Look. The writing is the same as on this
envelope.'

'So?' Norman said in a weak voice.

'The writing on this envelope belongs to Miss Crane.'
Norman opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was
dry and he couldn't think of the right words. Finally he said:
'It' difficult sometimes.'
Arbogast looked at Norman. 'What's difficult?'
'Remembering things.'
'I know, I know,' Arbogast said softly, trying not to
frighten him.
'You know, I wasn't lying, mister. I just forgot about
last week.'
'I understand.'
Arbogast's friendliness seemed to make Norman
calmer. He smiled, and asked to see the photograph again.
This time he studied it carefully.
'Oh yes,' he said. 'I remember now. It was raining. This
girl arrived late at night. She was tired and went straight to
bed. She left early the next morning.'
'Did she meet anybody here?'
'No, she was alone.'
'Did she phone anybody?'

'No.'
'How do you know?'
Norman shut his eyes. It was happening again. His face
was burning and he couldn't think of an answer. Finally he
said: 'She was tired. She said she wanted to go straight to
bed because she had a long journey the next morning. And
now, Mr Arbogast, I'm very busy. I have to go.'
'One more question, please,' Arbogast said as Norman
began to walk away. 'Is she still here?'
'No, she isn't. I told you before. If you don't believe
me, I'll show you all the rooms.'
'No, that's all right,' Arbogast smiled.
He followed Norman outside. It was dark now. He
looked up at the house on the hill and noticed a light in a
window.
'Is anyone at home?' he asked, as Norman was walking
away.
Norman turned round and smiled. 'No.'
'But there's someone sitting by that window.' Arbogast
pointed at the house.
'Oh, that's my mother. She's ill.'

Arbogast looked hard at Norman for a moment, then

said: 'Did that girl offer you a lot of money?'
'What do you mean?'
'To hide her here, maybe?'
'Look mister, if you think I kidnapped her or
something...'
'I'm not saying that. But perhaps she offered you
money and asked you not to tell anyone? Maybe she told
you some stupid story
'Mr Arbogast, I'm not stupid,' Norman said.
'No, of course you're not. But sometimes it's just too
easy to believe a pretty girl.'
'Even if I'm stupid, my mother isn't,' Norman was
getting excited again. 'My mother didn't believe anything she
said.'
'So your mother met her?' Arbogast looked surprised.
'Can I meet your mother too? I'd like to talk to her.'
'No you can't. I told you. She's sick.'
Arbogast wanted to talk to the mother, but there was
something strong and icy about Norman now. He decided
not to push him. 'I'll come back later,' he thought. 'After I've
phoned the girl's sister and told her what I know.'

CHAPTER TEN

Shadow Behind the Curtain

After phoning Lila with the news of his conversation
with Norman Bates, Arbogast drove back to the motel.
There was a light in the office, and the sign was now on, but
he couldn't find Norman anywhere. Looking up at the old
house, he could still see the old woman by the window. He
could see her shadow behind the curtain.
'I'll have to go and speak to her without her son's help,'
he thought.
After climbing the hill, Arbogast found that the front
door was open. He walked inside, took his hat off and
waited for a few seconds. Everything was quiet. He looked
at the mirror, the flowers on the wallpaper, the old pictures
on the wall.
Feeling sure that the son was busy somewhere, he
decided to go upstairs and talk to the mother alone. He
walked up the stairs very slowly. He didn't want to make a
noise. And, if he was honest, he felt a little afraid. With its
old furniture and silent rooms, this house was very strange.
At the top of the stairs, Arbogast heard the sound of
the bedroom door. He turned round and saw the old woman.

She was running straight towards him, with her long dress,
white face and cold, mad eyes. He was too surprised to
move. He saw the large silver knife above her head, and he
tried to lift his hands, but he was too late.
The knife cut his face open from the top of his head,
through his left eye, to the corner of his mouth. He fell back,
down the stairs, and lay very still. He couldn't move his arms
or legs, but he could lift his head. With his one good eye he
looked up the stairs - the old woman was flying down
towards him, the silver knife in her hand, screaming like an
animal. The last thing that he ever saw was the terrible white
face above him, as she brought the knife down straight into
his heart.

CHPATER ELEVEN

A Visit to the Sheriff

Sam and Lila sat in the room behind the shop, waiting
for Arbogast to return.
'It's over an hour,' said Lila. 'Why isn't he back yet?'
'Maybe he found something important.'
Lila pushed back her chair and stood up. 'He's more
than an hour late. He hasn't even called. I'm going to the Old
Highway. I know he's found something. Are you coming
with me?'
Sam stood up with a sigh. 'I'll go. You stay here,' he
said. 'Somebody must be here if Arbogast comes back.'
The motel was dark and empty when Sam arrived. He
called Arbogast's name several times, but nobody answered.
He looked up at the big house behind the motel, and saw
somebody at the window. 'I guess that's the mother,' he
thought. 'The old woman that Arbogast wanted to speak to.'
He climbed the hill and tried the door. Again, no answer.

Sam drove back to Fairvale. 'There's nobody at the

motel,' he told Lila. 'No Arbogast. No Bates. Just a sick old
woman who couldn't answer the door.'
'I'm worried,' Lila said. 'Something's wrong.'
'I agree,' said Sam. 'We have to tell the police. Let's
visit Jud Chambers. He's the sheriff of this town. He'll be
able to help us.'
The sheriff and his wife had to get out of bed to answer
the door. It was late, but they asked Sam and Lila to come
in. They listened while Sam told them about Marion and
Arbogast.
'Arbogast phoned us to say that he wanted to go back
to the motel. He wanted to speak to Mrs Bates,' said Sam.
'But that was three hours ago.'
'I didn't know that Norman had a wife,' said Mrs
Chambers, surprised.
'No,' Sam explained. 'It's an old woman. His mother.'
The sheriff thought for a. minute, then asked Lila:
'When did your sister disappear?'
'She left Phoenix a week ago.'
'How did you know that she came here?'
'She came to see me,' Sam explained.

'And she didn't say anything to you?' the sheriff was

still looking at Lila.
'No. She just ran away.'
'From what?'
Nobody spoke for a moment. Then Lila said quietly:
'She stole some money.'
'A lot?'
'$40,000.'
'Why didn't you tell the police before?'
'We wanted Marion to give back the money without
telling the police.'
'Did this detective talk about the money when he
phoned you three hours ago?'
'The money doesn't matter, does it?' Lila cried
unhappily. 'I just want to find my sister!'
The sheriff sighed, and tried to look friendly. 'What
can I do?'
'I'm sure there's something wrong,' said Lila. 'At the
motel, I mean.'

Mrs Chambers looked at Lila and she felt sorry for her.
'Why don't you telephone Norman at the motel?' she said to
her husband.'
'It's late.'
'Oh, please call,' said Lila.
The sheriff sighed again and picked up the telephone.
'Hello?' he said a few seconds later. 'Norman? It's Sheriff
Chambers speaking. Listen, I have some people here.
They're worried. Did you have any visitors tonight?... No,
not a customer... a detective'
Jud Chambers listened quietly for a minute, then put
down the phone. 'Yes,' he said, turning to Sam and Lila. 'The
detective was there tonight. Norman told him about the girl.
The detective said thank you and left.'
'Without seeing Mr Bates's mother?' Lila asked.
The sheriff looked Lila straight in the eye. 'Norman's
mother died ten years ago.' He said. 'She killed her lover,
then she killed herself. It was in all the newspapers. Norman
found them dead together, in bed.'
'But that isn't true. I saw her!' Sam cried.
'Yes,' Lila agreed. 'Arbogast saw her too.'

'Mm, 'Jud Chambers replied, looking at his wife. 'Very

strange. If Norman's mother is still alive, who was the
woman who killed herself ten years ago?'
Norman Bates put down the phone after speaking to
Sheriff Chambers. 'The police will be here soon,' he thought.
'I must hide Mother before they come.'
He ran out of the office, up the hill to the old house,
and climbed the stairs to his mother's room.
'Mother, I have something to say,' he said.
The old woman laughed. 'You're a stupid boy, telling
me what to do.'
'Mother, it's important.'
'No. I will not hide in the fruit cellar. I'm staying here.
This is my room and no one will ever take me away.'
'They'll come for you, Mother,' Norman tried to
explain. 'That man came after the girl. Now someone will
come after him. Mother please, just for a few days, so that
they won't find you.'
'A few days in that ugly old cellar? No! You hid me
there once before. I'll never go there again. Now go away!'
But Norman wasn't listening. He picked his mother off
the bed and carried her out of the bedroom, down the stairs,
and into the fruit cellar.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Room One
The next day, Sunday morning, Sam and Lila met Jud
Chambers and his wife as they were coming out of church.
'Do you want to go to the motel with us?' Lila asked.
'I went before breakfast,' said the sheriff.
'What did Mr Bates say about my sister?'
'The same as he told your detective. I promise you,
Miss Crane, Norman Bates is alone at the motel. I looked
everywhere.'
'You didn't even see his mother?'
'No, I didn't. I'm sorry. If you want the police to help
you, you'll have to make a report in the usual way. You can
see me this afternoon, if you like. I'll be happy to help you.'
'Well,' said Sam, after saying goodbye to the sheriff
and his wife. 'Maybe I was dreaming and Arbogast was
lying. Perhaps I saw a shadow on the curtain, that's all.'
'You weren't dreaming and Arbogast wasn't lying,' Lila
told him. 'There's something wrong, and I'm going to the
Bates Motel immediately. Come on.'

Sam and Lila drove quickly to the motel on the Old

Highway. While Sam looked for Norman Bates in the office,
Lila stayed outside. She was interested in the house on the
hill. There was something dark and strange about it, even in
the morning sunshine. Suddenly she saw a tall, thin man at
the top of the hill He stood still at first, then he began to
walk quickly down the hill towards her. Lila called to Sam,
who ran out of the office
Norman Bates wasn't surprised to see the young man
and woman outside his office. He walked down the hill
towards them with his hands in his pockets.
'Do you want a room?' he asked them pleasantly.
'Yes, please,' said Sam.
'Then follow me,' Norman smiled, walking past them
into his office.
'Is Room Ten okay?' he asked, taking the key from the
small cupboard on the wall behind the desk.
'I'd like to write my name in the book first,' said Sam
'Okay.' Norman took the book from under the desk and gave
it to Sam.
While Sam was writing his name, Norman watched
Lila She was looking at the list of names in the book. 'I
know who you are,' Norman thought. 'You're looking for the
man who came yesterday. Well, you can look. You won't
find anything. I've hidden everything. And you'll never find

my mother in the cellar. But I mustn't make any mistakes. I

must be careful...'
He took the book and pen from Sam. 'Thank you,' he
smiled. 'Now I'll get your bags.'
'We haven't got any.'
'Okay. I'll show you to your room.'
'Don't worry,' said Sam, taking the key. 'We'll find it.'
When Sam and Lila were alone in their room, Lila sat
on the bed and began to cry. 'I know something terrible has
happened to Marion,' she said. 'Seeing that old house on the
hill, the way that man kept looking at us. I can feel it.'
'I agree,' said Sam. 'But we need to find something to
show the police. Let's go and search Room One. That's the
room that Arbogast said she stayed in, isn't it?'
Sam and Lila opened the door and looked outside.
They couldn't see anyone. Hoping that nobody was watching
them, they hurried nervously back, past the other rooms, to
Room One.
They searched everywhere for some information about
Marion. Something to show that Bates knew where the
money was, perhaps. They found nothing in the bedroom, so
they went into the bathroom.
'That's interesting,' Sam said. 'No shower curtain.'

Suddenly, Lila noticed something. 'Look,' she said,

picking a small piece of paper out of the toilet. It was wet,
but she could still read something on it. 'It's a number. Forty
thousand.' She looked at Sam. 'This shows us that Marion
was here.'
'We know that already,' said Sam.
'You don't understand. It shows us that Bates knew
about the money.'
'Okay. I'll talk to him,' Sam said, and walked towards
the door.
But Lib stopped him. 'No,' she said. 'Let's talk to that
old woman in the house. She told Arbogast something, and I
want her to tell me the same thing. You find Bates and talk
to him. I'm going to talk to his mother.'
Sam wasn't happy about Lila's plan, but he agreed.
Opening the door, he looked out. 'It's clear,' he said to
Lila. 'No one's watching. You can go.'
Sam quietly shut the door as Lila ran towards the hill.
He found Bates in his office.
'Are you looking for me?' Bates asked.
'Yes,' said Sam, standing in front of Bates so that he
couldn't see Lila. 'I'm bored - my wife's asleep and I wanted
to talk to someone.'

'Good,' Norman smiled. 'Come in and shut the door.'

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The House on the Hill

Lila climbed the hill to the old house, and pushed the
front door. It opened slowly. She walked inside and shut the
door behind her. It was sunny outside, but inside the house it
was strangely cold and dark. There was an unpleasant smell
of dry wood and old furniture.
'I mustn't be afraid,' Lila thought. 'I must find the old
woman. She can tell me about Marion. Maybe I'll even find
my sister here.'
So, thinking about her sister, Lila bravely began to
move towards the stairs.
'You don't talk very much, do you?' Sam said to Bates
in the motel office.
Bates, with his hands in his pockets and his back
against the wall, laughed nervously.
'I thought that people who lived alone enjoyed talking.
You're alone, aren't you?'
'Yes.'

'I hate being alone,' said Sam. 'When I'm alone, I go

mad. 'Norman stopped smiling. 'Why do you say that?' 'I
think that people who live alone go mad,' Sam answered,
feeling quietly pleased. The smooth young man with the
boyish smile was beginning to look uncomfortable. 'Don't
you agree?' Norman's face went red.
Lila arrived at the top of the stairs and knocked on the
bedroom door.
'Mrs Bates?' she called softly.
There was no reply, so she pushed the door open and
walked inside. She couldn't believe her eyes. Everything was
so old, from the heavy curtains by the window to the golden
lamps on the darkly coloured walls. She walked across the
room nervously towards the large cupboard with a mirror on
the door. Opening the door, she saw a line of long, flowery
dresses. The kind of dresses that women wore fifty years
ago.
Lila closed the cupboard and looked round the room.
Her eyes rested on a small table near the bed. She looked at
the small glass cats, the silver soap-dishes, the old
photographs of children... or were they different photographs
of the same child?
Everything was very old, but there was something even
more unusual than this. Everything was so tidy. This was
very strange.

'If this is the mother's bedroom,' Lila thought, 'why

doesn't she touch anything? The only thing that she seems to
use is the bed. I can see from the bedclothes that she was
here a short time ago. So she's here somewhere. But where?'
'I don't think you're happy here,' Sam told Bates. 'Why
don't you sell this place and leave?'
'This place is my world,' Bates said. 'I grew up in that
house. I was a happy child. My mother and I were very
happy!'
Lila looked inside another room. It was a small room
with an untidy bed and lots of books and children's things on
the floor.
'Norman's room,' she thought, picking up some of the
books. They were about the mysteries of life and strange
illnesses. Looking at the unusual books and the children's
play-things on the floor, Lila thought that she was beginning
to understand something about Norman. 'He's a little boy
who loves his mother,' she thought. 'An intelligent boy who
has never grown up.'
'You look nervous,' Sam told Bates. 'Have I frightened
you?'
'What are you talking about?'
'I've said something about your mother, and you look
afraid. How are you going to do it?'

'Do what?'
'Buy a new motel. You won't have to hide your mother
if you go to another town.'
Norman's eyes became cold and narrow. He hated this
man and wanted him to go.
'Where will you get the money?' Sam continued. 'Or do
you already have the money? $40,000 perhaps?'
Bates Walked into the room behind the office, and
Sam followed him.
'Your mother knows about the money, doesn't she?'
Sam said. 'She knows what you did to get it. And I think
she'll tell us.'
Bates turned round, his eyes burning, his heart racing.
'I know why you're here,' he shouted. 'Where's that girl who
came here with you?'
Sam said nothing. He turned away and began to walk
out of the door. This was a mistake. Bates ran up behind him
and hit him hard on the head with a metal box. Sam fell to
the floor, and Bates ran out of the office as quickly as he
could.
'I must find that girl before she finds Mother,' he
thought, as he ran up the hill towards the old house.

CHPATER FOURTEEN

The Cellar
When Lila came back down to the bottom of the stairs,
she looked through the window by the front door and saw
Bates. He was running up the hill towards the house. She
had no time to ask herself about Sam. She had to hide.
As Lila ran towards the kitchen, she heard Bates at the
front door. Suddenly she noticed some stairs. They seemed
to go down towards some kind of cellar. Without thinking,
she ran onto the top stair and waited.
Bates stood still for a second. He couldn't see Lila, but
he knew she was in the house. Probably upstairs, looking for
his mother.
Lila stood up when she heard Bates upstairs in his
mother's room. Now she could escape and find Sam. But she
couldn't stop looking at the cellar door below her. Maybe the
mother was down there? Perhaps Marion and Arbogast were
prisoners down there? She had to go down to learn the
secrets that were hiding behind that door.
It was dark inside the cellar, and there was a strange
smell of dead animals and oil. She stood still for a few

seconds. Then she thought she could see a light on the

opposite side of the room. It was coming from underneath a
door. She walked slowly towards it in the dark, past tables
full of glass bottles, knives and tins. At last, she came to the
door and opened it slowly.
It was a small room with one light in the ceiling. In the
middle of the room there was a wooden chair facing the
opposite wall, and on the chair there was a woman. Lila
looked at the back of her head. She seemed to be asleep.
'Mrs. Bates?' Lila said quietly. She didn't want to
frighten her. 'Mrs Bates?' she said again, moving slowly
towards her.
The woman didn't answer. Lila touched her shoulder.
Lila turned the woman's chair round and looked down at her
face. The first thing that she saw was the woman's teeth.
They were large and yellow. And then Lila realised that the
old woman had no eyes. She was looking down at the dry,
brown face of a dead woman.
Lila screamed. She turned to run away but stopped.
There was a tall, shadowy shape by the door. The shadow
had long grey hair and wore a flowery dress. As it moved
into the light, Lila could see the face: a white face with a
terrible smile and mad, shining eyes.
Then she saw the knife. She wanted to scream again
but her mouth was dry and she felt too weak. She moved

back as the mad old woman ran towards her, laughing

wildly, the silver knife in her hand, ready...
Then another person ran into the room and jumped on
the mad woman from behind. Sam! He put one arm round
the woman's neck and with his other hand he held her wrist,
fighting for the knife. The woman fought hard, screaming
wildly. But Sam was too strong for her.
Lila watched them as they fought. And then something
unbelievable happened. As Sam pulled the old woman to the
floor, the long grey hair slowly fell to one side of her head.
Lila suddenly realised that the face wasn't the face of a
woman. It was Norman Bates! And he was screaming like a
woman!
Lila pressed herself against the wall. She felt sick. And
Norman Bates's mother, a dead woman -with no eyes,
watched with a wide smile on her brown face. She seemed to
be laughing at her son as he lay screaming on the cold, stone
floor.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Look at that Fly on My Hand

Some time later, Sam and Lila sat with Jud Chambers
in his office. The room was full of people, all of whom were
listening to a man who was talking to them about Norman.
'I got all the story,' Doctor Steiner said. 'But not from
Norman. I heard it from his mother.'
'I don't understand,' said the sheriff.
'I know it's difficult, but I'll try to explain,' Doctor
Steiner replied. 'You see, there is no Norman Bates. Not
now. There never was one Norman Bates. He was half
Norman, half his mother. Now he's all his mother. He'll
probably never be Norman again.'
'Did he kill my sister?' Lila wanted to know.
The doctor looked at her sadly. 'Yes. I'm sorry. He
killed Arbogast too. If we look in that swamp near the motel,
I think we'll find both of them. We'll probably find other
dead people too. Pretty young women, just like your sister.'

The doctor looked at all the serious faces in the room,

and began to explain: 'We have to remember that, ten years
ago, Norman killed his mother and her lover. He lived alone
with his mother and she was the boss. Then she met another
man, and Norman was jealous. He thought that his mother
loved this other man more than she loved him, so he killed
both of them. A short time later he went out one night, dug
his dead mother out of the ground, brought her back to the
house and hid her in the cellar. He looked after her like one
of his stuffed birds.
'But keeping his mother's dead body was not enough.
Norman soon began to think like his mother, to talk like his
mother, to be his mother. She became half of him.
Sometimes he was Norman, sometimes he was his mother,
and sometimes he was both at the same time. He had to talk
to himself.
'He was never all Norman, but he was sometimes all
mother.
When he liked a girl, the mother side of his head
became angry. His mother was jealous of him because he
was jealous of her when she had a lover.'
Doctor Steiner turned to Lila. 'When he met your
sister, he thought she was beautiful. He wanted her. That
was a problem for the mother side of him. There was a fight
inside his head between the two of them, but his mother won
because she was stronger. So he suddenly became his
mother, and his mother killed Marion. When Marion was

dead, Norman woke up after a kind of deep sleep, and really

believed that his mother was the killer. He put your sister's
body in the swamp because he loved his mother, and wanted
to save her from the police.
'When clanger came too near, Norman put on his
mother's clothes. He walked round the house, sat in her chair
by the window and talked in her voice. He tried to be his
mother, and now he is. The fight inside Norman's head is
finished. The stronger person has won. He is now his
mother.'
'And what about the money?' said Jud Chambers. 'Who
got that?'
'The swamp, 'Doctor Steiner replied.
Somewhere in the same building, two policemen were
standing guard outside a door. Behind the door there was a
small white room with no furniture or windows. Norman
Bates was alone in that room. He was sitting very still, with
a strange smile on his face.
Perhaps this person was Norman Bates: he had
Norman's face, Norman's body, Norman's clothes. But it was
really his mother who was alive. Norman was really dead
now.
'It's sad when a mother has to tell the police about her
son,' the voice inside Norman's head was saying. 'They'll put
him in prison now. He in prison. A bad boy, who looked
through holes in the wall and killed people. He thinks that I

did all those bad things. He tried to tell that to the police.
But they know it wasn't me. I've never done anything bad. I
was like one of his stuffed birds. I could only watch. I
couldn't stop him. I couldn't move.
'Look at me. I can't even move a finger. And I'm not
going to try. I'm going to sit here very still. I'm not going to
move. I'll never move again.
'They're probably watching me now. They'll see the
sort of person that I really am. I'm a kind person. The sort of
person who can never hurt anyone. Look at that fly on my
hand for example. I'm not going to kill it. I can't.
'I hope they're watching. Then they'll see, and they'll
know. And they'll say: "Look at her. She's a good woman.
She can't even kill a fly.'"