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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.
Well. This was new. He broke the TV. Now, Max had never broken things on purpose. Not even when angry. Okay maybe sure he did break a kid’s nose once but that was because the guy kept shoving him and he lost it. It was understandable, (even if his therapist said it wasn’t and the doctor said he had anger problems and probably needed medication). Max was maybe violent with anger issues and had to attend mandated therapy sessions and take medication but he wasn’t stupid. He knew not to break s**t when he went into a mood. Break non living things anyway. So as he stared at the static encrusted TV, he frowned. He’d somehow, managed to break it.
Which bode ill given it was all but brand new. His folks having bought it just two weeks ago. It was one of those fancy 4k TVs but it didn’t matter a whole lot because they had no 4k movies or even a dvd player able to play 4k videos. The TV was basically his parents wanting to spend money on something they didn’t need and wanting to fill the void of their lives with material objects. After all, their son clearly didn’t merit much attention and didn’t make them happy. Neither had a dog or joining that fancy gold club his dad raved about wanting to be in for months until he’d been accepted.
Material things were valued in his home, just not by him. And when such a thing broke, he got the distinct feeling he’d be blamed even if all he’d gone and done was try to change the channel.
The static was loud and obnoxious, and worse, no matter what he did it refused to stop, which started setting off alarm bells in his head. His folks would be home soon and boy, he really did not want to be grounded. As he flipped channel to channel, Max’s fear started to settle in the pit of his stomach. He was in for a verbal beat down for sure.
Then the voice started.
That’s when max screamed, jumping so bad the TV remote flew out of his hand and into the wall with a resounding thunk. He didn’t even bother doing more than turning the TV off and running up to his room, powering up and then running two blocks away. Sure, later he’d explain how he went out for a walk but nope. That TV wasn’t broken it was creepy and also maybe broken too but that was his parent’s problem not his. If they asked, he’d not watched TV at all. The dog got to the remote probably. It was defective, take it back to the store.
Shaking in a tree it took Paris a good two hours to calm down enough to become Max again and walk home, terrified when he saw his parents cars in the drive way. Thankfully enough, they ignored him per usual when he went to his room. The TV was back to normal so Max just shuddered.
He’d find a way to get them to return it. That’s why he had wire cutters for anyway.
