Where’s Aunt Hilda? She annoyed me, so I killed her and buried her in the yard. Praise Satan. Took you long enough. Kindly spare me your old wives’ tales, sister. Hilda, you fool, you’ll be the death of me. He hasn’t defiled you, has he? Don’t you dare. For the love of Satan, what have I done to deserve these women in my life? Marvelous. Mr. Kinkle! See you in court. They’re both D-E-A-D.
Dead. Which is more than I can say for you lot, running around like headless chickens. Late for your own baptism, honestly. I’m your older sister, Hilda,
it’s my Satan given right to kill you as many times as I please. Together, we will suffer in exquisite… ecstasy. I… beg your pardon? Oh, for Satan’s sake. Dear Satan! But why don’t we play it by ear, hm? Praise Satan. Oh, praise Satan. And this is no place for a man. And that very much includes you. And that is how you trap a demon. There are times I feel like I’m running a halfway house for wayward witches. Who are they?
Nobodies. Don’t come crying to me when it all blows up in your face. Praise Satan! I’m young again.