“Tell me that is not a zombie.”
“That guy has no reflection. Should we tell him?”
“But… you were in the other room just now…”
“There’s something in my closet.”
“I heard breathing under my bed.”
“What do you mean you didn’t scream? Then who did?”
“Why won’t it just die already?!”
“Quiet. Quiet is good… Is it gone now?”
“If it’s behind me I swear-”
“If the electricity is off, then why are the lights flickering?”
“Shh! There it is again. Can’t you hear it?”
“I knew I hated clowns!”
“Just a theoretical question. If, if, there was a man outside, in a mask, with a sword, should we run?”
“They could hunt in packs. Just because we killed one doesn’t mean we should feel safe.”
“Why do I get the feeling I don’t want to know why there are bloody handprints all over the place.”
“Going toward the sound usually doesn’t end well.”
“It’s a good thing he laughs. At least we know where he is.”
“I don’t think the police would believe if we called about a monster in the house.”
“There was something standing next to my bed.”
“Let’s just leave before they find us.”