It’s a dark, stormy night. Having just finished up a dinner of pizza and some craft beer, I go to check my phone. No messages. I toss it onto the other side of the couch and settle in to watch my favorite horror movie. But it must be later than I thought, because at some point during the movie I doze off. When I wake up, something seems, different. Suddenly I hear what sounds like a door creaking open. Despite trying my hardest to not be a horror movie cliche, I get up to go investigate. To my surprise the basement door is open. For what seems like an eternity I stand there before ultimately deciding to close the door and go to bed. When I get into bed I get the childlike urge to pull the covers over my head to block out whatever is out there that wants to get me. All of a sudden I feel my phone vibrate. It vibrates again, almost insisting that I pick it up. I look at the screen. “I’m outside”. My heart races as I read the next message. “I’m coming in”. Then, a few quick bangs on the door nearly give me a heart attack. Summoning whatever courage I have left, I get out of bed and run to the door, flinging it open ready to attack. The silhouette in the doorway startles me until I hear a familiar voice say “hey dummy did you forget we’re hanging out tonight and watching horror movies”?