The following incident takes place Friday night; the time dashing on the PVR is 11:30 p.m. The young lady, Emilia Featherhead decides to watch Inuyaha on Carton Network. Somehow she falls asleep and wakes up to a dog rolling in laughter for a Geico commercial. While rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she catches something moving fast toward the kitchen. Spreading her eyes wide, she turns toward the kitchen to get a better look. Nothing! The confusion that settles on her face causes one of her eyebrows to arch upward. From the corner of her eyes she sees the same movement again. She turns toward the dining room only to shout “What the heck?”

She hears the laughter; the high pitch voice coming from the dining room. It sounds like a child’s laughter; an uncontrolled child laughing, holding their side, and maybe crying at the same time. The more she thinks about it, the more the laughter sounded like Elmo’s. She shakes her head and murmurs “No way!’ while she makes her way toward the bathroom. She hears the laugher again. She stops in front of the bathroom, her hand on the doorknob, she waits for the laughter, and instead she hears “Tickle me Elmo!” She rushes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Facing the mirror, she grabs her cheeks and pulls them toward her mouth making her eyes wide. Slowly she turns toward the door and opens it. She sticks her head and finds Elmo, red and fury in all of his gory shouting “Tickle me Elmo!” She gasps and yells “What the fuck?” while she’s running toward the living room. She hides behind the couch and hears Elmo say “Now, Now, Elmo don’t like those kinds of languages.” She stands up and yells “You’re not Elmo! I am just dreaming! You’re not Elmo!” She sees a knife in his furry red hand and watches his eyes turn red.
“Yes I am, and Elmo wants to be tickle!” Elmo said smiling.
“I am not touching you!” Emilia yells and backs away slowly toward the kitchen. Slowly Elmo follows her, the knife gleaming in the dark, leaving no doubt of his intentions.
“Now, Now, Elmo doesn’t like kids who don’t obey him.” Elmo said while he traps her in the kitchen. Realizing her mistake, Emilia fearfully looks around her surroundings. She was stuck between the kitchen closet and Elmo. She shakes her head and yells “No. No. No. This cannot be happening to me! You are just a dream, you are just a dream.”

She sits on the floor and cries. Her luminous red eyes glares at Elmo; she sees the kitchen knife stand behind him.
“Okay, I will tickle you.” She walks toward Elmo and reaches with her left hand to tickle him; her right hand reaches toward the knife. Elmo sees her and brings the knife across her right arm. She screams in pain. The cut and the surrealism of what just occurred freezes her in place. The shock that this happened to her left her immobilized. She never thought he’d do it; she thought it was just a nightmare.

The time dashing on the PVR is 9:30 a.m. The man standing and looking down at the young lady on the couch shakes his head. The expression on the girl’s face left no uncertainty that this was just like the other incidents; thirteen other incidents to be accurate. The utter shock on the victims’ faces left no qualm on the detectives’ reports that the victims literally did not see it coming. All the victims were found on their couches, the TV still on. Neither force of entry nor sign of struggle nor bruises were found on any of the other victims. If the occurrences were not gradually increasing, it could have been conceded for natural causes until the autopsy report indicated otherwise. The detective shakes his head and sighs. He turns to the team of men in uniform coming towards him and slowly says “Just another of those cases.”