It was late. Very late. You didn't bother to check the time, but the sky was dark... and he was at your door. Something had woken you up in the night- a bad dream that you couldn't remember. You'd looked out the window to see what time it was, and then you'd seen a figure at your door. You crept downstairs and peeked through the window on your door. A man (well, it looked like a man) was standing there. Its head was... not a head, but one of those old CRT TVs. It carried another TV in one of its arms. It waved at you with the other.