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I agree, that's way too scary for my feeble little heart. Let's back away as far as we can -. Before you're able to finish that sentence, the lights begin to flicker and burn out. You hear soft footsteps coming toward you and you jump to your feet. You're ready to fight but, unfortunately, your vision (or lack thereof), causes you to be an easy target.

The footsteps get louder... and louder... and louder until, finally, something grabs you tight and holds your mouth shut. It leans over and whispers in your ear, "Wrong choice."