“Of course I don’t want to kill you! I already have!”
“Who are you looking at?”
“What are you talking about? There’s nobody else in the room… right?”
“I’m going to kill you now.”
“There’s a knocking sound coming from the mirror.”
“There’s someone looking at you through the window.”
“I heard someone saying my name when I was in the shower this morning. You weren’t home then, were you?”
“Why are you telling me that you’re going to get killed…? You’ve been dead for two years.”
“Don’t go downstairs. I heard it call you too, in my voice, but it wasn’t me.”
“Why are you making me dinner? We just ate…”
“I keep hearing my daughter/son/wife/husband/boy/girlfriend scream every night while I’m wide awake, but they’ve been dead for years.”
“What do you mean you didn’t leave this message for me? Then who did?”
“There are all these pictures on my phone of me sleeping last night– but there was nobody else home but me. I don’t know what’s going on, but I think that someone– something– is breaking into my house.”
“I can hear laughing coming from the attic, but we’re the only ones home…”
“Don’t look in the mirror. That reflection isn’t you.”
“If you go outside now, they’re going to steal you. They want you.”
“I have the feeling that I’m being watched.”
“The cat isn’t staring at you… he’s staring behind you.”
“I live alone, as you know, but when I woke up last night, I could feel a breathing down my neck.”
“I know that the old man who lived next door died, but I hear him talk to himself every day, like he used to.”
“Can you see that too? That thing staring at me at the end of the bed?”
