There’s a time to welcome your nerdy cousin into town for the weekend. There’s a time to gift-give around the family Christmas tree. There’s a time to celebrate your daughter’s graduation from third grade.
And there’s a time to get to the car and drive as far away from your house – and the demon-possessed, ax-wielding killer who’s decided you’re his next victim – as you can.
I suggest you learn the difference, post haste.
