“ there are ghosts here. ”
“ this place is haunted. i can feel it. ”
“ don’t you see it? over there— they’re standing right there. ”
“ something is watching us. ”
“ i don’t feel safe anywhere. nowhere is safe. ”
“ it’s after me— i know it’s here. ”
“ the ghosts are my friends. i like it when they’re here. ”
“ don’t go in there. there’s something…it’s not good. ”
“ you really expect me to believe that ghosts are real? ”
“ of course ghosts are fucking real— energy? can’t be created or destroyed? we gotta go somewhere. ”
“ there’s nothing there. listen to me, look. there’s nothing. ”
“ i’m not— i saw something! it was there! ”
“ the spirits…they’re unsettled. ”
“ i feel like there’s something there. in the corner of my eye. but every time i turn around it disappears. ”
“ why are you haunting me? ”
“ i’m not scared of you. ”
“ don’t look but…i think something is following us. ”
“ don’t let it see you. if it sees you, it can take you. ”
“ it feeds on fear. don’t give it what it wants. ”
“ most spirits…just want to be left to themselves. but some…they feed on our energy. ”
“ ghosts don’t scare me. they make me sad. ”
“ it’s too late for them— it got to them. ”
“ there’s something…dark inside me. i can feel it taking over, clawing at my mind. ”
“ this is freaking me out. let’s leave. ”
“ jesus christ! did you see that?! ”
“ i felt something touch me just now. ”
“ i can feel something… ”
“ i just want to help them be at peace. ”
“ don’t leave me here alone it’s fucking creepy! ”
“ ghosts can’t really hurt us. ”
“ you can see me? can you hear me too? ”
“ i’ve been trapped here for so long. ”