The Cursed TV

At about 2:30am, Shaon sat alone in the slightly lit apartment, the flickering glow of the TV. The old horror film he saw was his climax - the woman who cried out as a dark figure was pulled behind her. Shaon laughed. The horror movie never really scared him.

His apartment is apart from the occasional removal of late Evening vehicles. Living alone never bothered him. His father worked abroad, and his mother took his sister to the village and studied in the city. His world revolved around his books, his cell phone, and, above all, his old TV.

Television was something special. He bought it in the second-hand business a month ago. Instead of buttons there was a thick dial and a wooden frame that gave him an old school aesthetic. Oddly, the shopkeeper was hesitant to sell it.

"This TV...it's not like everyone else," the old man muttered. "There's a story about it. The last owner...well, we just say he didn't have a happy ending. "

Shaon laughed." Come on, Uncle! It's just TV. "

but when he bounced the channel something strange passed by.

Channel 666 He pressed the remote and the screen flickered. The normal static went back and forth, but the new channel.

Channel 666.

Shaon frowned. He has never seen this channel before and he was definitely not on his subscription list. The screen was filled with granular black and white images of an empty room. The room was cold and abandoned. It was quiet at first. The whispers then reverberated.

"leate me out..."

Shaon was just set up. The whispers were weak and barely heard, but there was no mistake. It sounded like a woman's voice.

The screen flickered again and suddenly he appeared in the room.

Woman sitting on the floor holding a back. Her long, tangled hair covered most of her face. She swayed back and forth, her lips moving quietly.

Shaon Pulse accelerated. Was it kind of a prank? A strange horror movie? But before he changed channels, the woman stopped moving.

Slowly, she grew to become her head.

Her face become pale, nearly lifeless, however her eyes—her hole, sunken eyes—stared at once at Shaon. Her lips trembled as she whispered again.

"Let me out… Let me out…"

Shaon`s blood grew to become to ice. The whisper become not coming from the TV`s speakers.

It become coming from in the back of him.

Something withinside the Room

Heart pounding, he grew to become around.

Nothing.

His rental become empty. The simplest sound become the remote hum of the refrigerator. But the instant he regarded again on the TV, the female had moved towards the display.

Now, simplest inches away, her face pressed in opposition to the glass. Her mouth stretched open, wider than humanly possible, her eyes full of something past terror. Then, she screamed.

The TV extent shot as much as a deafening level. The complete display distorted, flashing pictures of ugly figures, damaged faces, hole eyes staring proper at him. Shaon scrambled for the remote, urgently pressing each button, but nothing worked. And then—

A hand emerged.

A long, bony hand with blackened nails slowly driven its manner out of the display, accomplishing for him. The air within the room grew ice-bloodless, his breath forming small clouds in front of him. Shaon sponsored away, with my coronary heart racing. But earlier than he may want to circulate further, the hand grabbed his wrist.

It has become freezing. The grip tightened, pulling him closer.

He attempted to scream, however no sound got here out. His imaginative and prescient blurred, the room twisting and distorting. His toes left the floor as he became yanked forward— And then— Darkness. Trapped Inside the TV. When Shaon opened his eyes, he became not in his rental. He becomes within the black-and-white room. The identical empty, bloodless room from the TV display.

His breath got here in ragged gasps as he regarded around. There has become no door, no windows. Just an old, dusty replica at the wall. He slowly walked in the direction of it, dreading what he may see.

When he in the end regarded the replicate, his belly dropped. It wasn't his mirrored image staring again at him. It has become the female. Her hole eyes, her trembling lips—simplest now, she has become smiling. And then, in a whisper that sent chills down his spine, he said—

The last scene The next morning, Shaon's friend Raffy visited. He knocked on the door but didn't get an answer. The door was slightly open so I stepped in. "Shaon?"

Silence.

Everything looked normal - except for the TV that was still on.

Rafi frowned. Shaon never ran the TV. As he approached, he realized something strange.

performed a black and white video.

It was an empty room.

And someone was sitting in the middle.

Young man. His face was pale, his lips trembling, his hollow eyes filled with quiet horror.

Raffis' blood ran coldly. TV Figure-

It was Shaon.

The screen flickered before he could respond.

The woman appears again.

She began to see Rafi in person, her lips torn apart by a twisted smile.

After that, the screen became static.

and the TV are off.

So, do you want to switch TV at 2:30am?