it has been three hours since your house has become your prison. All the exits have disappeared, and none of the phones work. Things have also been moving around, as if something is in the house with you, and its constantly dark. None of the light switches seem to work.

your sitting on your couch, in front of your broken tv, when it starts up again and begins to work. But the only thing that plays is cartoons, repeatedly. The remote isn’t working.

you start to feel a presence behind you.