Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My Mom died in a mental hospital, she was crazy.

But by the time Mom got bad,

I think we gonna have to kill her.

Mia, we're all just trying to help you!

Baby, my sweet baby, I'll write you everyday.

I think we're in over our heads here.

You should be downstairs helping your friend clean up that mess.

These steps are old and rotten down here.

It's supposed to make your will stronger.

Baby, he needs water and sugar, okay? Go.

Two arms, please. Like you missed me.

I can't stand it! I can't stand it! Fuck!

- I'm not going anywhere. - Cross your heart.

Hey, hey, hey! Hold on!

Sounds like she's flinging herself against something.

I'll bury those stink cats out back later.

She was deranged, she was a monster.

I'm sorry, Mia.

Every time she screamed your name, I told her you where coming to see her.

- Who are these people? - They're good people.

We're not going anywhere.

What about those dead cats down the basement?

What? A doctor?

Here's some translations, but it's just a scattered written notes.

No, no, no, no!

Mia made the same promises,

and we'll be able to cross the creek in the morning,

I gave her sedative, so she should be up for a couple of hours.

She probably did it on purpose.