We had barely stepped back inside when the television that I didn't even know was still on started to scream at whoever would listen.
And I wasn't joking about the whole screaming thing. The blast of static was loud enough to cause me to break out into goosebumps as I turned to face the possessed TV.
Seriously, I was expecting Samara Morgan to come crawling out of it and into my living room.
Then again, one look at the mess around us, and I was pretty sure that she would be crawling right back inside.
The next time the TV decided to scream at us again, everything stopped all at once. The drill near the front entrance died, the hammering overhead cut off in the middle of a strike, and even the people arguing in the kitchen had finally shut up.
And for one beautiful second, there was nothing but peaceful silence inside my house.
Then the static came again. Cause third time and all that.
