Boo.


Boo.

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  1. Aaron (WolfSamurai)October 31, 2014 at 9:36 PM

    ... I don't know what I'm supposed to be seeing?

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  2. Michael “Draco” ROctober 31, 2014 at 9:40 PM

    Oh good, I'm not alone.

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  3. Casey G.October 31, 2014 at 9:41 PM

    Ah, the gif didn't turn out that great.

    Watch the whole thing:
    Lights Out - Who's There Film Challenge (2013)

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  4. Michael “Draco” ROctober 31, 2014 at 9:42 PM

    Okay, there's a shape in the darkness... but it goes away when the light is on, and that's when the person gets startled?

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  5. Casey G.October 31, 2014 at 9:43 PM

    It's right in front of her. Hard to see.

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  6. Aaron (WolfSamurai)October 31, 2014 at 9:47 PM

    Yeah, the gif doesn't capture it super well.

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  7. James OlchakNovember 1, 2014 at 7:22 AM

    "Shaped like a hitmonlee" is one of the most specific descriptions I've ever read.

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  8. Tonya WershowNovember 1, 2014 at 7:32 AM

    I still don't see it when it gets close, but the end of the full thing is nice.

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