When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.
I'm your number one fan.
We all go a little mad sometimes.
Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.
Tell her to stay away from the light.
I see dead people.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
It's alive! It's alive!
No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.
It was the Boogeyman.
They're coming for you, Barbara.
We are the ones who dwell within.
