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Welcome back, O Cult of Consumption, to another thrilling tale of terror and teeth! The year is 1984 (and Big Bro ain't the only thing that's watching you!). We join that age-old archetype of horror history, the Babysitter, and her charge, a little cowboy who doesn't want to go to bed on time. But this kiddo isn't just a movie buff, he's deathly afraid of something that lurks in the shadows of his own bedroom. What lies in wait for him? Well, you'll just have to tune in next time, won't you?

By the way, who is our Sarcastic Sitter? Where have we seen her before? Maybe you caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye, sippin' on a soda at the local diner or crackin' wise with the regulars down at the corner store? You mark my words, Connoiseurs, there's more to this dame than meets the eye...