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We're the monster in your closet. The noise from outside your door. The scratch on your window. We are the dark witches.

I don't know where I'm going in this messed up playground!

Any secret can be a bad secret - this one just happens to be deadly...

Because we love fillers.

I hate the local police - I really do.

It's the turning point - all secrets are coming undone.

Nothing seems to be right anymore...

Lilith, where have you gone?

You've come to be useless - let me kill you now.

It's all my fault you're gone...