Kids these days and their cell phones. Us old-timey monsters didn’t have such luxuries 20 years ago. If we wanted to call our victim before slaying them, we had to make do with what we had.
When we were staked out quietly in an upstairs closet, all we had were the home’s landlines.
But it worked. It was utilitarian, and really freaking creepy.
Imagine that you think you’ve locked me outside.
You breathe a sigh of relief.
The phone rings.
Uh oh. It’s your monster stalker.
And you suddenly realize that I’m not locked out. . . . . . . You’re locked in. . . . . . . with me!