It’s okay, if you don’t want to believe in ghosts. It doesn’t change anything. They still believe in you.

I make NO apologies for my creativity.

The mind is like an empty canvas and we are all artists, who spend our entire lives creating our own unique masterpieces.

Advice and love are the only things I can give you for free.

Baby, I’m so sorry. You know I wouldn’t feel right, if I ran away from my responsibilities. I’d have to live with that decision for the rest of my life. My being in the war could save lives. My running away will only save mine. It’s a selfish decision to make. I’ll come back to you. I promise.

It was as if the trees had slowly begun to consume the buildings over the years, swallowing them up brick by brick. The sealed empty darkness of the structures gave them an extra eerie effect, as they almost glowed under the moonlight.

If you ever find yourself roaming around the grounds of the abandoned psychiatric center in the quiet town of Kings Park, or driving along Sweet Hollow Road at night, and you believe you might have heard a woman scream, you’d be very wise to watch your back. It just might be the angry vengeful ghost of Mary Hatchet watching you!

Each of these patients counts on us to help them to the best of our abilities. We have an obligation to them. We shouldn’t turn our backs on them and give up. It’s not fair to them, nor is it fair to ourselves.

Mary is the type of patient, who you could say, does not play well with others.

The abrupt reality of his situation was a depressing thought.