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Casper,
Sven starts screaming. In Dutch, in English, in human, except more primal—the way you only ever scream once, Lotte knows.
God smiles on drunks and Indians.
When you’re wearing slasher goggles, everything can look like a slasher.
There’s always an axe around when you need it. If there’s one thing horror movies have taught her, it’s that.
Don Chambers was still wearing the star.
That's my uncle
Giallo, sir, which is a word that means yellow and a name that means "trashy movie with a bodycount." As you can tell, a Giallo is like a proto slasher. It is to the slasher what dinosaurs are to birds.
Hardy puts his sunglasses back on one leg at a time,
That’s another thing she’s promised and sworn, mumbled vows about: never to drink beer like him. Cigarettes, sure, smoking doesn’t make you stupid, just dead. But if she ever drinks, then that opens the door on a future where she someday shares a beer with her dad, and that’s not a door she’ll ever let life drag her through.
