Frederick Holton heard the sound of a parking vehicle and nearly tripped over as he headed for the main door.  Two men emerged from out of the large blue van, holding a very large box between them.  He moved aside, allowing them into his hallway.  

“Where shall we put it, Sir?”  Asked the nearer man.

“Umm, just put it down here. No, er, the Living Room.  That’s where my t.v. is.”

Frederick bumbled his way behind them, like an excited teenager.  Once the unit was placed on the carpet, the men headed back to their van, but not before he was asked to sign a form.

“Wait a minute.  Before you leave, aren’t you supposed to install the satellite system for me?”

The further man replied.  “You shouldn’t have any problems, Sir.  The instructions are enclosed with the equipment, but if you do, then here’s our contact details.  Good day.”  He handed him the card and they left.  Frederick waited for the van to pull off and once it did, he rubbed his hands excitedly and closed the door.  He had invested alot of money for this satellite system.  It was the latest model and contained ALL the channels from across the world, so it was worth every penny.

He lived alone; was single and independant, working for a private firm of accountants.  He was currently on his Annual Leave and had planned all this from day one.  Frederick sat down and carelessly tore at the opening.  His cut his hands in the process and they started to bleed. 

“Aah!  Damn!”  He placed some bandages over them and got a sharp knife.  “That should do it.”

Within half and hour, everything was installed.  He felt proud that he’d managed so perfectly and smiled in satisfaction.  He then closed the door of the Living Room and sat back on his favourite armchair, holding the satellite remote control in his hands.  He began flicking through the channels and his eyes widened with joy.  Then, all of a sudden, the screen froze and the remote control began to burn in his hands. 

“Ahhhhh!”  It fell onto the carpet and evaporated.   “What happened?”  Just then, the t.v. screen turned dark red and a logo appeared, oozing in blood and read 666.  A blurred face appeared and spoke in a monotonous tone.