Did you hear that?
It sounded just like someone scratching at the window...
There it is again. What is it?
Oh. It's the sound of the thoughts inside my head scratching to be out.
Soon, my children. Soon. Be patient.
My thoughts on Herzog's Nosferatu will scuttle out onto the web like rats, carrying the infection of ideas, to grow, mutate and spread to all who read.
Soon I will begin my children, soon...