"What the hell?"

"Don’t worry, I’m not crazy… at least, I don’t think so."

“That’s fine. No one’s going to cry over my grave anyway.”

"I don’t look like a ghost, do I?"

“I’ll do a “special favor” for you later…”

" I thought you said the cops were after you."

“You think you’re superman or something?”

“But if you did something bad, why don’t you just say you’re sorry?”

“Hey! Watch out for that kid.”

“It’s too soon to give up. This Craziness can’t go on forever.”

“It’s not good. They won’t listen. Nobody will ever forgive me.”

“Is it really over?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you think you’re doing? You want to get yourself killed, get out of here!”

“You make me sick!”

“Not yet… you’re still alive.”

“I don’t… I don’t know where to start.”

"She needs my help.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re smart, dumb, ugly, pretty… it’s all the same once yer dead… and a corpse can’t laugh.”

“Is every person here a mental case?”

“I saw people getting killed…”

“I knew this day would come…”

“From now on, if anyone makes fun of me… I’ll kill ‘em. Just like that!”

“Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear- Oh, I forgot your name.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When it’s completed, all is lost. “

“Have You gone nuts?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Everyone will die!”

“I knew it. You, too! You’re just like ‘em…”

“Oh ok, thanks. Happy Birthday dear “who are you” Happy Birthday to you!”

“But it’s true!”

“Stop the demon! “

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything.”

“That’s the murderer’s name.”

“Oh… I remember now.”

“You’ve been a ghastly little pest, haven’t you?”

“You’ve been laughing at me all along, haven’t you?”

“But don’t worry about that now. It’s time to celebrate your birthday!”

“You’ve got me mistaken for someone else.”

"I’m sorry I didn’t believe you."

"I guess there’s something wrong with me."

"I just feel so scared!"

"This place… what is it anyway?"

“I was careless thinking you couldn’t escape.”

"I’ll kill you!"

“Do you know what it does to you? When you’re hated, picked on, spit on, just cause of the way you look?”

“Which do you prefer; to give pain, or to receive it?”

“You can have the one you HATE the most!”

“But you’re wrong… it’s not my birthday…”

"Are you still following me?"

"Do I have to scream?"