Zain, with almost 400 posts, I'd think you'd know not to use swear words by now....
As for the video thing - the kid's a crybaby. My dad used to scare the living bejesus out of my brother and I every easter by coming running into our room at 5:30AM yelling at the top of his lungs in a really funky, scary voice (think Crunk from Goonies), "FEE, FIE, FO, FUM!!" and using a very sadistic (think Vincent Price) laugh. This was after telling us the story the night before about the Easter Bunny being 6'4" tall, 350 pounds with six inch long claws and 9 inch long fangs and that he loved to devour small children and could smell thier blood from miles away!!
Oh, and the scary part wouldn't start until he was midair towards jumping on the end of our beds!! So we'd wake up to a 210 pound man bounding onto the foot of our beds fulfilling the story he'd told us the night before.
He'd also wait up for us if/when we stayed out too long and got home after dark. We lived WAY out in the woods. There was absolutely NO light anywhere. It was darker than shutting yourself in a bank vault. My father (the loving parent he was) would wait out in the front yard hidden behind a cedar tree that was right by the front walk. When we walked past (within arms reach), he would reach out and grab us by the shirt/jacket and hollar like a bear!!
Now, you're all probably thinking my father was the meanest, cruelest parent that ever lived..... WRONG!! He loved both of us very much and did these things to teach us some of life's most important lessons.
1. Don't believe everything you hear in a story. Most of it's made up and exaggerated by the story teller.
2. Learn to be aware of your surroundings. and when your surroundings are unfriendly, learn to defend yourself against them. My father stopped the behind-the-tree-grabbing-thing very shortly after my brother (6'1", 235) knocked him cold and the next night I almost castrated him. He also stopped the Easter Bunny thing when my brother and I stayed up all night to be awake when he came in in the morning. We hid behind the door to our room and when he creeped in to scare us, we scared him instead!!
We'd learned our lessons and followed through. It wasn't him being mean, it was him being a good teacher.