The gnarled tree outside the window.
The clown doll.
The huge, terrible face bursting out of the closet.
The skeletal creature guarding the door to the children’s room.
The steak crawling across the kitchen counter.
The bodies in the swimming pool.
The little girl in front of the snowy tv. A thin, smokey hand reaches out.
And that famous line: “They’re heeeere.” Continue reading “They’re HEEEeere”