Черт, адрес явно был написан не верно -...

Hell, the address was clearly not spelled correctly - turn off Highway 666, right behind Castle Rock, and there, exactly 36 steps, until you hit the Bates Motel, which is 6 minutes from Mediam. I will never forgive Professor Genard for the fact that he is constantly trying to shove the most difficult work on me - to finish his term paper from the other world or, to finish an interview with Lestat, you might think I no longer have my own business, how to search for Hermann Munster's left leg or deliver serum to the senile Hyde. Damn, and the car got mad again, never trusted cars with female names ... And this schizophrenic Claybourne is still laughing in the back seat - I would kill ... Okay, damn it, it's already a stone's throw to the destination, you can take a walk in the dark ... And why ask ... just to make sure that Dr. Moreau has finished his delusional experiment. You might think Lemarshan was an idiot and did not calculate everything in advance. Hell, again, Myers didn’t put his toys out of the way, and you’ll be left without legs ...

- One, close the doors, two close your eyes, three - you don’t believe in vain - Freddie is waiting for you - but what’s not sleeping with that? Scatter from here, the youngsters sing, Freddie is waiting, who is he waiting for and where does he ask? Come on, they, like last Friday the 13th the Sandman arranged a Carnival of Horrors for them, so now everyone does not sleep at night. Ah, well, I think I got there - a house on Hounted Hill, that's right. Knock or call? Okay, I'll call .... The bell clearly began to sing the number zero, and the professor's shuffling footsteps were heard behind the oak door ... If I have to smoke gremlins from my prostheses again, I will demand an increase from the professor ... well, finally, they deigned to open it.

Yes, the present society seems to be getting smaller. Ches word, no hello, come in, right away - What again? Why did you come? Eh, we need to quickly pick up the body bags and dump them, otherwise, like the last time, they will start a boojo with the Count, they say I never drink ... wine.

I know that they are whipping with Leprikon, passed.

In the distance, Eric Westler's violin sang, heralding a good storm.

Eh, I ought to have time to recharge my contacts, otherwise Fritz will confuse something again. And I'm not Mr. Stitch, to endure ... Damn, I forgot to tell him - that 13 ghosts went to the Bloody brothel, well, and burn me ...

I got back into the car, Dolores was still flipping through another novel, trying not to look out the window, where a zombie hung on a bell rope swayed merrily .... a bloody fog was spreading across the cemetery. I spat and turned on the ignition.