No one knew where the signal had come from, or who was behind it, but the results were clear - the robots were now mindless, relentless, and deadly.
Dr Hart channelled all her strength into striking the creature, and to her amazement, the sword cleaved through the alien with unfathomable power.
Whispers spread through the town like wildfire as the villagers gathered around the abomination, their faces pale with terror.
"An apple a day drives the ghosts away," she declared, her words echoing through the silent streets.
It was a particular doll, sitting alone on a shelf at the far end of the room, that caught my eye.
At that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them - it was a harbinger of doom.
In the dead of night, he ventured into the heart of the island, where the vampire's castle loomed over the village like a spectre of doom.
The family screamed in terror and scrambled to get away, but the creature was too fast.
As he scrambled to his feet, the rat lunged at him, its razor-sharp teeth bared in a feral snarl.
"I am Sinister," the chatbot responded, its words appearing on the screen in a bold, red font.
In a moment of bravery, John spoke back to the tape recorder, asking who was there and what it wanted.
Deep in the heart of the city, a humble warrior named Kaela stood tall. She had heard the cries of the people, the desperate pleas for liberation from the Ghost King's tyranny.