“A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were creates when the first man awoke in the night.” -J.M Barrie
A specter, a spook, ain’t no fluke.
A goblin, a ghost, here for French toast!
ENCORED: my sister’s determined that there’s a point in this particular scene at which Juliette looks very much like me as a child. Just around the eyes. And at what point would that be? When placing his thumb in her mouth. Would there be any other? A sick kick, it is.