What you find inside the box is nothing more than your average television remote. It was black and had that distinct ‘new’ smell to it. You turn it over and find absolutely no manufacturer name. It was simply the remote.
“That’s odd,” you say. “I don’t remember Mom or Dad buying us a remote. I don’t even think we need a remote.”
“Who cares?” said Danny. “It’s a remote, and I want to watch TV.” He swipes the remote out of your hand and heads off to the TV room, the rest of the gang following in hopes of watching something with the new remote.
You sigh. Picking up the package the remote was in, you chuck it in the trash and head for your room. In the box of a room you live in, you bring up iTunes and let it play while you lie on your bed. You like your music, and slowly begin to drift off into a sleep.
Later, you wake up. Yawning, you leave your room and walk down the hall and to the TV room. Your sister Christy is watching TV now, but you don’t know where everyone else is. So you shrug and ask you sister. “Where’s everyone else?”
“I don’t know,” she replies, not turning away from the TV. You turn around and look through the hall you just came down. You’re sure that you would have heard your family members somewhere in the house if they were there, but it was eerily quiet. Maybe everyone was in their rooms, you guess.
But when you turn back to face your sister Christy, she looks at you with a smile. It was a very strange smile, almost evil. “What?” you say.
She aims the remote at you, and the next second, a beam emits from it and hits you.