You needn't fear the dark, nor the hollow footsteps behind you on a desolate street, nor the creak of the floor in the night.
When I come for you, it will be face-to-face, eye-to-eye. Because I want the last vision you carry in to hell to be my rage, my hatred, my revenge.
So, you gonna put that damn cell phone away and quit holding up the line?
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