The stranger from the graveyard leans in to kiss you, but stops and says, "Don't trust me, pretty girl." "Who says I trust you?" You reply back with a hint of attitude in your voice.

"Say you don't trust me all you want, but your actions sure as hell say you do. Didn't your dad ever teach you never to play with monsters, pretty girl?"

"He's protected you from all my monsters," you whispered, though you weren't sure he heard you until his lips turned up. "Well daddy can't protect you from me."