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They're in the television. The television is watching me!

The abomination...I can see it, I can see its eyes. They're hidden in the static, white eyes, black eyes, the pupils are all wrong and there's so many of them. They don't blink, they just sit there, sat in their flat expanse of grey flesh. Is that a face? I can't tell. It's like I'm seeing a close-up - how much more could there be? How many eyes are watching me?

It talks, too, talks to me at night when I fall asleep watching the static, keeping an eye on it. One time, one night I was drunk and I thought I could answer back and it would leave me alone so I shouted at it.

What are you and what do you want?

You must remain here until you die and then you will be with us.

What the fuck.

Do not say you will resist, do not think you will resist. We are enticing. Soon enough you will not tear yourself away from the screen.
Oh, and from now on any attempts to leave the house will be met with resistance.

It was right. I tried to leave the next afternoon and there were crows everywhere and my fence was collapsed by the wind. No coincidence I swear. Every step I took they pecked until I bled and the wind blew and stuff began falling off balconies, right above me I swear.

I went back inside and watched TV.