The Sixth Sense

I think maybe when people own things and then they pass away a part of themselves gets printed on those things like fingerprints.

Do you know why you're afraid when you're alone? I do. I do.

— We were supposed to draw a picture. Anything we wanted... I drew a man. He got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver.
— You saw that on T. V., Cole?
— Everybody got upset. They had a meeting. Momma started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.
— How do you draw now?
— I draw people with smiles, dogs running, and rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.

— Can anyone guess what this building was used for a hundred years ago, before you went here, before I went to this school even? Yes, Cole?
— They used to hang people here.
— That's not correct. Where'd you hear that?
— They'd pull the people in crying and kissing their families bye... People watching would spit at them.
— Cole, this was a legal courthouse. Laws were passed here. Some of the first laws of this country. This building was full of lawyers. Lawmakers.
— They were the ones who hanged everybody.

— Once upon a time there was a prince, who was being driven around... He drove around for a long, long time... Driving and driving... It was a long trip... He fell asleep... When he woke up, they were still driving... The long drive went on--
— Dr. Crowe. You haven't told bedtime stories before?
— No.
— You have to add some twists and stuff. Maybe they run out of gas.

— You know that accident up there?
— Yeah. Someone got hurt.
— They did?
— A lady. She died.
— Oh my God. You can see her?
— Yes.
— Where is she?
— Standing next to my window.

De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine.