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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.
Humming softly to himself, Angus slid into his favorite arm chair armed with the TV remote, huge bowl of popcorn and a homemade beer. It was time for a spooky movie marathon and since he didn’t have to work tonight or in the morning, he could stay up as late as he wanted to watch ridiculous horror flicks. He settled in to watch The Howling and the moment his a** was comfortable, his TV screen went static-y. Frowning, he wondered if the station was having trouble. Or his TV (admittedly an older model) had chosen this moment to start giving up the ghost.
In an effort to determine which it was, he played with the remote, switching between stations. And on each, there was nothing but static. Okay then. Apparently his TV was dying. Sighing, Angus set his snacks down and went to fetch his small electronics repair kit. Once he had his tools in hand, he approached the TV and began to gently tap at the screen whilst fiddling with the buttons. If he could avoid having to crack the thing open, that’d be ideal.
As he tapped buttons in patterns he’d found helpful in the past, Angus was suddenly startled out of his skin by a sobbing, pleading voice bursting from the set.
“Oh god, please help me!” the reverb in the voice made the hairs on his arms stand straight up. Even worse, this wasn’t part of his movie’s dialogue. “Help me, please! They’re getting closer! They’re coming!”
Heart thumping in his chest, Angus swallowed, chuckled a little hoarsely and told himself that he must’ve gotten sound from one of the other stations. So… something was working? Hooray?
Giving himself a little shake, he went back to tapping buttons in patterns and let out a noise between a yip and a grunt as the same, frightened pleading voice rang out and echoed through his living room. Same words as before, but somehow, this time, they sounded more… panicky? Had he ever seen a horror movie with this particular line of dialogue repeating itself? He didn’t recognize the voice, but there were so many horror movies out there anymore.
Feeling increasingly uneasy, Angus kept trying to repair the TV, every few minutes being interrupted by a pleading voice begging for help. Feeling more than a little jumpy, Angus set the remote down and stared at the static on the screen. This was beyond movie dialogue. Had someone managed to hijack TV signals and decided to pull this War of the Worlds level bullshit on innocent horror buffs like him? At this point, his nerves were just jangled enough to believe such a thing.
One thing he did know, he couldn’t take much more of hearing that voice. Not when it kept sounding more and more frightened. And not when it was feeling like he was the one stuck in a bad horror movie. After a few more moments thought, he decided to do what seemed the most logical thing. He reached out and pressed the power button on the TV, shutting it off. After a few minutes, he turned it back on, just in time to see Eddie’s skull began expelling bullets as he transformed into a werewolf. A couple of rapid channel changes later and everything seemed to be working just fine.
What in the holy blazing hells had just happened?
