When Shelly arrived at her babysitting job that Friday night, Mr. and Mrs. Miller were already dashing out the door to their night out across town, leaving two hungry kids in the kitchen and a pizza on the counter. As was typical, Shelly hustled the kids through their dinner and baths and then plopped them in front of the television until about 10, when she roused them and led them up the stairs to bed.

Despite my lack of horror movie experience (see notes passim), I felt compelled to add my own snippet of silly strangeness to this collection of spooky story endings over at TMN.

And yes, my contribution makes no sense whatsoever.