(Ooh). Don't pick it up you. (Ooh). . I saw a little kid as. He walked around. He picked a candy bar up. Off the ground. He chowed about a half and. His face turned blue.
Clouds pass over the moon. Like an eye that shows impending doom. Tension in this misty air. . Souls pass into the room. Drawn in by a lost memory. You will join them in the moonlight.