You’ve been hiding in the attic for 15 minutes now, squatting behind an old and dusty yard decoration that you’d put out for Halloween. As far as you knew, you were the last resident of the house alive, all caught by… by that killer. All you could do was pray that the neighbors had finally realized what was going on and called the cops.

Just then, you heard a creek from the floor under. The unmistakable sound of the attic’s ladder being let down sounded alarms in your head. He was coming.