"Thriller" speaking part

Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Reach a scroll in search of blood to terrorize your neighbors. And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside the corpse shell. The foul stench is in the air. The funk of forty thousand years and greasy ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller.