“Hey, snap out of it! There’s nobody here!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, that kind of stuff only exists in bad horror movies.”
”Help me! Someone’s been following me for over twenty minutes now, I can’t shake him/her!”
“You must’ve heard that… It was loud a-and it seems to be coming our way!”
“I didn’t just imagine it! It was there, I swear!”
“No, no, no, you can’t be real! You died!”
“You’re seeing things again…”
“I’m not making it up this time! There was someone there, I’m sure of it!”
“Are you high? What the hell are you on about?”
“You’re hallucinating! You need to try to calm down!”
“I think you’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
“How can I be sure that you’re real?”
“That’s it, I’m calling a doctor, you’re freaking me out.”
“You’ve got a high fever… You’re going delirious. Let me help you, please!”
“So, what you’re telling me is that there’s some kind of ghost murderer following us that I can’t see?”
“There’s medication for this sort of stuff, you know? Maybe you should take it.”
“I think you might be having a flash back, you’re screaming at a door. Look at me! Ssh, calm down.”
“There’s nothing there.”
“There’s something there, I swear! You need to believe me or we’re both going to get hurt!”
“He’s there… he’s there… I saw him, oh god, oh my god!”
“It’s not invisible, it doesn’t exist. That’s a different thing.”
“What are you seeing?”
“Close your eyes, what you’re seeing is not real, you have to listen to my voice, alright?”
“Did you take something? You’re not making sense!”
“You have to focus on me, there’s no one else here.”
“Who are you talking to?”
