I don’t remember how I got here, in this dark and dingy basement. All I know is that I’m drunk, and I don’t like the sound of the television that’s playing in the background. It’s an old set, with static and white noise filling the air. But there’s something else there too, something sinister.
I try to stand up, but my legs are weak and unsteady. The room spins around me, and I grip onto a nearby table for support. That’s when I see it – a figure on the television screen. It’s not human, not even close.
Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out. The TV screen is the only source of light now, casting an eerie glow around the room. And then I see it – the figure on the screen is no longer confined to the television.
It steps out of the screen, towering over me with its grotesque form. Its skin is a sickly green, covered in slimy scales. Its eyes are red and glowing, and its mouth hangs open in a perpetual snarl.
I try to run, but my drunken state makes it impossible to move quickly. The creature reaches out with its long, bony fingers and grabs me, pulling me towards it. Its breath smells like rotting flesh, and I gag as it whispers in my ear.
“You should have never turned on that TV,” it hisses. “Now you’re mine.”
I scream as it drags me towards the screen, pushing me inside. The darkness engulfs me, and I feel like I’m falling endlessly. But then I land on the other side, in a different world.
It’s a world of horror and terror, where the creatures are real and the nightmares never end. And all because of that cursed television set.
So listen to my warning – stay away from old TVs. You never know what horrors they may hold.