Joyce sucks in a breath, her eyes quickly flicking towards the wall, half-expecting to see a monster bursting through it, dripping with otherworldly ooze. But nothing happens. At least she's sure nothing's happening, but at the same time, she feels a chill on the back of her neck as she looks around. Is it just her, or are the family photos around them taking on a more sinister look?
"Maybe there's a clue in here somewhere," she says, stepping up to one of them and turning it over, frowning. Etched onto the back of the picture are the words, Let Me Out. She passes Diana the picture, says, "What do you think?"
don't touch that dial now
Joyce sucks in a breath, her eyes quickly flicking towards the wall, half-expecting to see a monster bursting through it, dripping with otherworldly ooze. But nothing happens. At least she's sure nothing's happening, but at the same time, she feels a chill on the back of her neck as she looks around. Is it just her, or are the family photos around them taking on a more sinister look?
"Maybe there's a clue in here somewhere," she says, stepping up to one of them and turning it over, frowning. Etched onto the back of the picture are the words, Let Me Out. She passes Diana the picture, says, "What do you think?"