Demonique

Nothing's going on Except kids playing pranks, trick or treating, parking, getting high I have the feeling you're way off on this You have the wrong feeling You're not doing very much to prove me wrong What more do you need? I watched him for fifteen years, waiting for some secret, silent alarm Death has come for you There is no doubt there, sheriff You can either ignore it, or you can help me stop it More fancy talk... Doctor, do you know what Haddonfield is? Families. Children, all lined up in rows Up and down these streets You're telling me they're lined up for a slaughterhouse They could be Alright I'll stay with you tonight And if you are right Damn you for letting him go Damn you for letting him go

What have you done? I haven't done anything You let him out His own god damn doctor I didn't let him out I gave orders for him to be restrained You let him out The primary concern is that we stop him I can't stop him until I'm certain he's dead He was my patient for fifteen years He became an obsession with me Until I realized there was nothing within him Neither conscience nor reason That was even remotely human An hour ago, I stood up and fired six shots at him And he just got up and walked away You couldn't have shot him six times You think I am lying, sheriff? I think you missed him No man can take six shots I told you that isn't a man It's the unconscious mind We are all afraid of the dark inside ourselves Damn you for letting him go We are all afraid of the dark inside ourselves It's the unconscious mind