- [first lines]
- Sonia: [sings sobbing] My doll is lost. Her skin will be rotten by now... Stop, stop, stop... She's all alone, she's all alone and she's... and she's cold... Stop!
- Rebe: You just got here, but that story has been told for years. It changes in each town, some say it's a bride, others say it's a girl dressed for her communion around this time. It's always the same shit. If you cross her path, you're cursed.