I received a new television from my grandmother. It was an old, heavy CRT, the kind with a deep, bulky frame and a screen that bowed out slightly. She said she'd found it in her attic and thought it was a "cool retro piece" for my apartment. I just thought it was a dusty eyesore, but I had no idea the secrets it held.

From the moment I plugged it in, it was strange. The screen would randomly flicker with static, even when it was off. Late at night, I would hear a faint buzzing from the living room, and when I went to check, the screen would be a pure, blank white, almost glowing in the dark. I'd unplug it, but the next morning, it would be back in the same spot, ready to go. I joked to myself that it was haunted, but it was starting to feel less like a joke and more like a mysterious invitation.

One day, I was sitting on the couch, trying to play a video game, when the screen went black. The TV began to hum loudly, and the entire unit started to shake. The screen flickered, not with static, but with distorted, colorful images. It was a swirling, chaotic vortex of bright lights and strange symbols. The buzzing intensified, and then, a figure began to materialize, slowly pushing its way out of the screen.

It was an anthropomorphic CRT television, but not just a picture on the screen. It was a living being, with a long, white nose and a bright, yellow tie. Its screen-face contorted into a wide, unsettling smile as it fully emerged from the television, landing on the floor with a soft thud. It took a deep breath, and then its gaze fell upon me.

"Oh! My dear viewer!" it boomed, its voice a strange mix of static and a jovial game show host. "Finally, a new channel! The Tenna Broadcasting System is now on air! And I am your host, Tenna! It's a pleasure to meet you, my star contestant! I've been waiting for a cute face like yours to be my audience of one!"