Haunted Mask: Your face. So old. So hideous. So perfect.
Steve Boswell: Who are you?
Haunted Mask: I am the evil that controls you. You are under my control now, old man.
Steve Boswell: I'm not an old man. I'm a kid.
Haunted Mask: You were, until you chose the mask. Now the mask and you are one. You're an old man. A feeble, helpless old man.
Steve Boswell: No, it can't be!
Haunted Mask: It will be! You will do as I say. Bring it to me.
Steve Boswell: Bring what?
Haunted Mask: The head of Carly Beth!
Steve Boswell: Her head?
Haunted Mask: The symbol of love that lies on the mantle in her warm and lighted house.
Steve Boswell: You mean that... that statue thing?
Haunted Mask: Yes! Bring it to me, if you ever want to see your young face again! I will wait in the cemetery. I will wait amidst the gravestones. By the stroke of midnight! Not one second later. Do you understand?
Steve Boswell: Yes.
Haunted Mask: Louder...
Steve Boswell: Yes!
Haunted Mask: Now go! Bring me the head of Carly Beth, or the mask stays on, and you will remain a feeble old man forever!