when I was 13, my best (and only) friend was visiting so my family rented Signs, and we watched it in the gloaming and then tried to go to bed, but it was a very hot, windy night, so my friend and I posted up on my bedroom floor with the window wide open and shadows of tree branches dancing on the floor and I spent a good 3 hours trying not to hear all the creakings and squeakings and trying not to imagine that goddamn alien hand jutting out from under the door and for some reason this is one of my most visceral memories.