Call me cautious, but if it was me, and some evil-lookin’ cat shows up outta nowhere, points his finger at a creepy cemetery and I follow him inside, I’d hafta be off my MEDS. It’s like those stupid kids in the horror movies who ALWAYS open up the closed door to look inside, like they’re NOT expecting some chainsaw-wielding maniac to try and chop ‘em inTWO!!
“You know you are involved with a sick man who will see you die? He will stand over your body, with your blood on his hands and I promise you he will laugh… not because your life means nothing to him – but because death, for him – is the punch line.”