The terror Of Horror Movies

One obscure, lonely night, my mom leaves in a silver Lexus for a night shift at Herman Hospital. I am home alone; nestled in my blanket, watching “Scream 3.” Bravely, I stand up to grab a glass of ice-cold water. Finally, the horror movie comes to a close. I hit the rewind button, turn off the lights and manage my way into bed. Hitting me like a bolt of lightning, I hear the phone ring. Panting, I manage to say, “Hello,” but to my surprise there is no reply. I creep back into bed unaware of the danger that might startle me again. I commence to fall asleep in a trance, but I awake by the sound of an earsplitting slam. I am so petrified, that I feel as if I am paralyzed.
I peek through my blue, shiny blinds, and am astonished to spot a shadow. Although I have chills running up my spine, I have enough courage to examine the silhouette from a better view. Now, after staring at it for couple-observing seconds, I get a clear representat...