"The very remembrance of my visage doth work. My apparition in the time that’s yet to come; Thou shalt lie asleep upon thy bed of earth, And I shall be there—t’watch o’er thee, every one." A deep, graveling, distorted voice emerged from the TV. As if promising ashen blood and fire. "When thou awakest, thou shalt not stir a limb of thee. When the leeches find thee at the last, they shall not mark my presence—Yet thou shalt, and I shall mark thee too. Evermore, I shall mark thee.."

Yet, even as the uncanny feeling left you rendered the paralysis doesn't seem to affect you.

"You pernicious neanderthal…how doth thou yet draw breath upon thy feet?" the entity speaks as the glitching television showcased a greenish land in the background with a toy house in the middle, beside it, stood a tall darker figure.