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With Halloween just around the corner, television stations are constantly playing various spooky themed movies and episodes of your favorite shows. When you sit down to watch something in particular, the screen goes static. You try to change the channel but every one of them is static. If you continue to watch (or attempt to fix the television), an eerie voice comes across the speakers begging for help and that they're coming. No matter what you do or say, they only repeat the same phrases. When you turn off the television and turn it back on again, everything has turned to its regularly scheduled programming.
With the babysitter, George, and Vivi away, Abby was alone with her parents, or would be, if both hadn't went to bed early. Oh well, she could always bother them tomorrow, and besides, they had been so tired they forgot to make her go to bed too! Yay! She could finally watch a movie she wanted to watch. And truthfully, she wanted to watcha scary movie, one her parents would never let her watch if they were awake. She flipped through the channels, switching to Netflix when she inevitably got bored of the commercial breaks most TV movies had. Or at least, she tried switching to Netflix. The screen had turned to static, making her think she had switched the input, but as she continued to click uselessly at the TV, she found out that didn't seem to be the case. She changed the input, tried to go to different channels, even turn the TV off, but nothing. "Oh no, did I break it? That's..." she counted. "the fifth this week! Oh no! Dad can't find out!" And panicked, trying to hide the evidence of the seemingly broken remote. As she tried to think of a good spot, a safe spot her parents would never look, She barely noticed the whispers from the television, until of course they got louder, almost close sounding. "...o..m.ing...Th..." Abby looked around when she finally heard the voice, a little frightened. "mom!?" She was still panicking about the remote. "They're coming! They're coming!" And now she was no longer panicking about the remote, but about the voice. "Hello? Mom? T,v? Please be quiet tv!" She pleaded, but the voice ignored her, continuing to say 'theyre coming!"' until finally it let loose a giant wail, a final cry of pure terror and agony, before silence reigned. Abby sat on the floor, shaking, hoping to everything she didn't just pee her pants or that she wasn't crying (which she was, crying at least.) And taking the remote now clutched to her chest to shut the tv off, forgetting all about her earlier fears of the remote being broken. She stood up, setting the remote on the coffee table and hesitated for a second to turn off the lights, ultimately deciding to do so to avoid a scolding in the morning. Abby walked quickly to her parents room, crawling into bed with her deep in slumber parents. Sniffling, and waiting for the morning to come, sure to not stay up late without company next time.
Of course her parents would ask about it the next morning, it wasn't every day they found their most energetic daughter in bed with them. In fact, it had never happened at all save for that time she was six and had a pretty bad nightmare, so of course they were concerned. She waved them off by smiling at them and a little "don't worry mommy, daddy, I just fell asleep on the couch, and I woke up from a bad dream confused and scared. But I'm all better now!" She was ten after all, and not a baby. Yet later, as everyone sat down to watch a movie together, Abby couldn't help but feel anxious, knowing she might feel like this for a long time.
Yeah, she was definitely never watching TV alone ever again.
