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The babysitter’s cell phone buzzed, announcing a new text message.

It was from “Unknown Number”: HAV U CHKD TH CHLDRN?

She quickly texted back: WHO R U?

There was a long pause. She munched popcorn and waited.

Her cell phone buzzed: IM UPSTRS.

The babysitter’s fingers flew over her keypad: OMG! OMG! Yet she stayed where she was, eager to see the next text.

There was another long pause. Someone uttered an exasperated cry and something clattered against a wall upstairs. Footfalls rapidly descended the stairs.

“Screw this texting crap!” shouted the killer as he approached. He gripped a knife in one hand and held out a rotary phone in the other. “Take this! We’re doing this the old-fashioned way!”