Tina Gray:
All day long I've been seeing that guy's weird face and hearing those fingernails.
Nancy Thompson:
Fingernails? That's amazing you saying that. That made me remember the dream I had last night.
Tina Gray:
What'd you dream?
Nancy Thompson:
I dreamed about a guy in a dirty red and green sweater.
[Glen looks up, curious]
Tina Gray:
Well, what about the fingernails?
Nancy Thompson:
Well, he scraped his fingernails along things. Actually, they were more like finger-knives or something; something he'd made himself. They made a horrible sound...
[imitating nails on a chalkboard]
Nancy Thompson:
Screeech.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:21