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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 6:05 am
Quote: 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.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 10:54 am
He wasn't much for scary movies and yet he was amazed just hie many there were when flilling through channels on any given day. Even in the afternoon a slasher film woukd show up and all their sequels in neat order. He caught glimpses here and there and was able the stomach the older thrillers. The newest ones however were gorey and creepy beyond his threshold. They made youma look like cute puppies in sweaters.
He did however find a gem of a tv series in Sabrina the Teenage witch. Magic. Comedy. Drama. Amd a studmuffin called Salem. Arthur was currently eating through the seasons on TV along with the movie specials.
"Just you and me tonight, darling." He said as he closed his laptop for the night and snuggled on fhe couch, turning in the TV where the screen was still frozen from the last episode he left on. He pulled the covers around his heat pad and had made a cup of coffee for the evening. All the kights were off aside from the lamp by the side table beside the couch. Cozy abd warm he let throw episode start fresh. Sabrina was dealing with some new issue from the other witches and Hunks-darling was making witty quips in the kitchen.
Somewhere halfway through the episode the screen flickered and his head perked up with that grim hope that things would be okay. And then the screen flickered again. "Please don't tell me we need a new TV." If anything, he could watch tv on his laptop but getting a replacement would be impossible unless he asked a senshi to be there for a delivery person to sign for it and also bring it inside. That would be a lot of hassle he didn't want or need.
Again the screen split and shattered in pixels and he paused to give it a moment befire trying again. Then it got worse and flickered and glitched to pixels and slashed squares. "Really now." He tried to stop amd go to the main menu but it was no luck. He turned off the series and tries to see if he could find a movie but that also was destroyed and pixelated. It was the TV. It had to be, but he was more upset that it hadn't been a gradual decay but a complete glitch that happened so suddenly and without giving him enough warning to figure a way to get a replacement. 2018 and a race of creature cats advanced in tech and be was helpless to a broken TV.
He moved to the TV to paw at it and then try some of the presets to see if he could troubleshoot the problem but every channel and avenue was just hissing static.
And then he heard it. Filtering through the speakers.
Please help.....please.....
His esrs perked up. It wasn't Sabrina's voice. It didn't sound like telelvison because it was only the voice. Any TV shoe had ambient noises or a rising orchestra to accompany pleas for help. Most times. At least sound kinda worked.
... They're coming...please...oh.....oh god....please help me.....
He tensed. Whatever TV series or movie it was, it was disturbing. The actor played the part, pulling at him to want to save her.
He tried to resume working but the voice continued. It was longer than any movie scene and he wondered if it was on loop but the pleas and shaking brrathes only escalated and became more frightened and urgent.
"Honey you are really killing your role here but I'm a cat amd you're on TV." He said it much the same way anyone living alone would to ease their tension. To rationalize the moment. To keep himself from calling 9-1-1 bout the crying child on his broken TV. It was ridiculous and yet in that same light he felt urged to act. Someone reached out to him and needed help and he was incapable of doing anything. It was a feeling he was used to as a cat but nit one he ever became comfortable with. To be reminded of your many limitations and be sentient enough to want amd feel for someone. Worse yet, he wanted her to go quiet. He wanted her to stop asking him for help because each moment she daid they were coming made him feel the timer grow shorter snd shorter. He was panicking on her behalf. He wanted the TV fixed so he could see her face and see who she was talking to in the movie. To see who was ignoring her pleas for help. Worse yet, to see what was coming at any moment.
Reaching over, he turned the TV off to reset it. The TV flickered back to life and -
It was a sitcom. A man was wearing leather pants while the audience laughed. Did he accidently change the channel? He jumped up on the table and pawed the remote, moving up and down the channels. No one sounded like her. No voice called for help. He tried again for 30 minutes, not sure if it had just gone to commercials and would come back. No matter where he went he couldn't find her.
It nagged at him. It had felt so real. Even recalling it made his heart quicken and ache.
He went to his laptop and tried to search for it. For the better part of 2 hours he watched depressing clips and dramatic pleas but none matched. None came close to that crying, frightened woman who called out to him.
They're coming. Had whoever she spoken to and called for finally reached her or was she gone forever? He didn't know. Somber, he turned the TV off and went to bed. He thought of her all night and tried to invent a world where she was rescued and safe and THEY were disappointed and unable to do anything.
And not the other way around where he knew he had been as helpless as she was but she paid the price.
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