It was one of those days when everything decides to go wrong. The day when life decides to stretch lazily on the beach, sipping on a pina colada while enjoying the spectacle of us tearing our hair out while trying vainly to get out of a quagmire of mess.
Thus it was with a huge sigh of relief that Susanne flopped down on her couch and turned the television on.
She tuned into a comedy channel – she really, sorely required a nice, good laugh after the harrowing day she had.
Soon she was chuckling, guffawing and laughing out loud.
When sleep stole over her, she didn’t know.
She had strange dreams, of being on a television show with cartoon characters who didn’t have teeth and zombies whose hands kept slapping their own faces.
She half giggled in her sleep and it woke her.
She peered around drowsily. It was dark all around and in front of her… in front of her…
Susanne looked out at herself lying in front of the television she was IN!
“Now you’re one of us, sweetie” lisped a chilling sweet voice from beside her.
SMACK! came the sound of a slap from the other side…