Matt: What did you do?
Shelby: I don't know what you're talking about.

Serve. Eat. Surrender thy soul to me.

Gaga Witch

I know how this looks. I had absolutely nothing to do with Flora's disappearance. Otherwise why would I pay a psychic $25,000 to get her back?


Emily says hello. She wonders why you quit looking for her all those years ago.

Cricket [to Lee]

The Butcher: Had I that child, she would have been flayed and roasted by now. Priscilla, the bastard seed, has hidden her away, somewhere beyond our hallowed ground. I shall not step one foot off my land. Never again. I must protect it from trespassers such as thee.
Cricket: Oh, honey. This land does not belong to the dead. Croatoan! Croatoan!

Cricket: Why do you haunt this place?
The Butcher: I protect this place. This place is mine. Ours. I shall stop at nothing to hold safe this colony. I shall stack the bodies high as cold wood.

Cricket: Flora is not dead. And she wasn't taken by the living. Your daughter is with Priscilla.
Shelby: Priscilla? Who is Priscilla?
Lee: Wait. That's not possible. Priscilla isn't real.
Cricket: Priscilla is real. She's a child. She has a fondness for corn husk dolls. She died in the late 1500s.

Shelby! You honestly believe that I'm capable of murder?


At the time, none of us understood what [Croatoan] meant. But we'd later come to understand that it was a warning.


The spirits downloaded to me like a paranormal zip drive.


I bend my knee to no man.

The Butcher

It was something from a nightmare.