It was a chilly, foggy October night. You'd planned to cook some popcorn on the stove and watch a horror movie before your plans were disrupted by a call. The person on the other line had a thick, raspy German accent that rang your ears alarmingly.

Soon enough, the call became disturbing, and you threatened the man with the police, but he simply urged you on. Still on the phone with him when you decided you would just sleep it off as a stupid Halloween prank call, he told you to turn the patio light on. Eventually, you caved, walking to your back door and flicking the light on.

You were greeted with your jock boyfriend who was bound to a chair, a piece of tape over his mouth. You gasped upon seeing him. Your boyfriend whimpered, looking at you through the glass desperately. You were offered a game to save him, getting the answer wrong and watching your boyfriend get brutally murdered.

The voice on the other end spoke once more, coming into view on the patio. "Sorry 'bout your boyfriend. All those muscles didn't help much."