Whatever it is, it's not scary enough

It was about three hours after their Halloween movie marathon had begun, and Kylie was laughing hysterically yet again. As fun as it was to see Kylie filled with joy and having a great time, Emily couldn't help but feel that something was off.

Why isn't my adorable girlfriend holding onto my arm for dear life!? She's a great big scaredy-cat and it's Halloween night! Something's wrong with this picture! she fumed. Since a bunch of guys with vacuums and a seasonally-challenged family featuring a walking hand weren't doing the trick, Emily decided to take matters into her own hands...

"I'll be right back Kylie. I gotta go to the bathroom," Emily said innocently. "Okay, that's fi- *AHAHA*" Kylie responded, busting into laughter again at the lack of horror on screen.

Emily did, in fact, go to the bathroom, but afterwards she made a small detour to the garage.

Kylie sat enthralled with the movie on-screen, stuffing her face with popcorn and laughing at every punchline without fail as minutes passed. However, that all abruptly stopped when the power went out. Lights, television, even the white noise of the A/C vanished without a trace.

"U-Uh... Emily? You're around, right?" Kylie called out. No reply.

"H-Hello? This is you Emily, right? You're playing a trick, right? You got me, now p-please turn the lights back on!"

Suddenly, she heard noises coming from the kitchen. The doors were flying open and shut rapidly, and the ice tray was rattling incessantly. "Ohmygod, Emily if that's you please stop it right now!" she cried, clenching her eyes shut.

As the noises continued, Kylie finally worked up the courage to see what was going on in her kitchen. She crept as slowly as a snail to her kitchen, barely able to see through the veil of darkness encompassing her house. As she peeked around the corner to look into her kitchen, the sound suddenly stopped. "U-Uh... Who...-"

Her question was cut off as a hand as cold as **** itself ran along the back of her neck, putting her terrified mind halfway in its grave. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Kylie cried. She started a mad dash away from whatever horrifying creature had touched her, but she barely took a step before losing her footing in a way reminiscent of so many victims in horror films.

She scrabbled her way on the ground a few feet before she was grabbed by the ankles, the monstrous creature dragging her back towards the living room. "Emily! Somebody! OH GOD PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP!" The entity continued, heedless of her cries.

"NOOOOOOO NO NO NO I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE PLEEEEEAAAASE LET ME GO!!!!" Kylie was crying hysterically, kicking and clawing for all she was worth but failing to escape the monster's grasp.

Finally she was pulled back to the living room, and the assailant heaved Kylie onto the sofa where the traumatized girl curled up into a ball. She got her first look at the creature, a figure in a black cloak with a demonic-looking face. She was certain she was doomed.

The creature began tugging at Kylie's clothes, pulling her shirt off with ease, followed by the frightfully short skirt. Having not bothered with a bra, Kylie was left with only her panties and a rapidly waning sanity.

A low, gravelly voice came from Kylie's bringer of doom. "Now Kylie Davis, it's time to..."