Rosemary's Baby

Once you’re dead, there be no one to talk to, though luckily you won’t know it. Much is made about all those you’ve left behind, but know what? What? “Knock, Knock” “Who’s there?” “Knock, Knock” “Goddammit, if you don’t answer, I’m going to knock this fucking door down.” So both the person who dies and those they leave behind are caught between a rock and a hard place, unless they are part of a cover and attend a satanic rite, as in Rosemarys Baby.

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