Status Updates From Video Night

The figure was still there, standing motionless in the same position, a creepy, lifeless scarecrow stuck in the middle of his lawn. The face was shrouded in complete darkness. With the hooded jacket and the streetlights at its back, there was no way of knowing who it was. The only thing Billy could see were the tips of its fingers. They seemed to extend much further beyond the cuff of the jacket than was normal.

“My guess is they don’t like the cold,” Billy said. He was racking his brain trying to figure out which movie this was most like when he was interrupted by a knocking from upstairs. The knock turned into a frantic banging, and they both jumped. “Somebody’s knocking on your door,” Rachel said, probably sounding more panicked than she intended to.