Look behind you.
Glowing white eyes!
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It howls in the rain...
Scared straight!
It's alive!
I never drink... wine.
To die—to be really dead—that must be glorious.
One of us!
I think we’ll start with a reign of terror.
We all go a little mad sometimes.
The dead are not quiet in Hill House.
Fun, in a necrophile sort of way.
You’re going to die up there.
An excellent day for an exorcism!
Breasts, Mama. They’re called breasts, and every woman has them.
Here’s Johnny!
Come and play with us...
Beware the moon, David.
You can run, but you can't hide!
Look out!
Here I come!
Here I am.
They’re here...
Thrill me.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Help me. Help me be human.
We’re friends to the end.
Sometimes dead is better.
I see dead people.
Evil is real.
Evil dies tonight!
We’ll tear your soul apart.
Angels to some, demons to others...
Save your breath for screaming.
One, two, Freddy’s coming for you...
Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.
Every town has an Elm Street.
I want to play a game.
I have to return some videotapes.
I’m into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.
Hiya, Mr. Hartley.
Thomas had never been the first operation. He hadn't even been the second.
Thomas wouldn't discover who he was, but in fact, who he wasn't.
IT WAS ALWAYS YOU!
It’s a lot scarier at night.
Crawling with maggots.
You've got red on you.
Today is a good day to die.
The weakness is the flesh.
There’s evil in the wood.
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Hyper realistic blood!
Hyper realistic eyes!
It lurks in the caves.
Freaky!
Haunted!
Scary!
Pretty scary!
Pumpkinhead!
The Harvester!
The Headless Horseman!
I.. am the White Pumpkin!
It will be the best fishing trip ever!
Prepare for your death!
It can climb!
It can swim!
It can crawl!
Rise from your grave!
Beware of Jeff the Killer...
Beware the Beast From the Mountain of Death...
It's time to leave Camp Greywood.
It's Mr. Smith!
Another night alone...
Where did the damn scarecrows go?
Something's not quite right...
First, the lights will flicker on, and off...
The phone will ring, and there will be nobody there...
*high-pitched demonic screeching*
The gift of death.
Spiders everywhere!
Ready to meet your creator?
The red mist is coming.
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Help.
Have an old friend for dinner.
Cops showed up, and found nothing.
The woods demand a sacrifice.
Two.. moons?
TWO MOONS!!!
Son of Sam!
Balls in the sky!
Shorty likes you.
From the fog...
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Go to sleep...
Wake up.