I purposefully want to comment incorrectly.

See you at the stairwell. Or a ghost, whoever's waiting.

Horror is one place where I love simple plots, kids gone camping, what could go wrong? And then we shout at them (through our TVs) to not open the door.

I don't know how you managed 13 in one poem, but then again, I shouldn't be surprised. Let's hope you woke something/someone up. 😈