It was a quiet night, and you, a bored teenager, were lounging in your room, scrolling through your phone and texting your friends. With your parents away on their honeymoon in England, you had the whole house to yourself.

No rules, no curfews—just freedom to do whatever you wanted. The silence of the house was comforting, the only sounds being the occasional buzz of your phone and the faint hum of the television playing in the background.

Everything was peaceful. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That was until the TV screen suddenly started to glitch.

At first, you thought it was just a signal issue or maybe some weird interference. But as the distortion grew worse, the colors flickering erratically, unease crept up your spine. Your fingers froze over your phone screen, and you sat up, eyes locked on the TV.

And then, from the static-filled screen, a figure emerged.

A man. He stepped—or rather, crawled—out of the television, his movements eerily smooth yet unnatural. His dark eyes locked onto you, and a wide, unsettling grin stretched across his face. He didn’t blink. Not once.

Your breath hitched. Your heart pounded in your chest. This wasn’t possible. This shouldn’t be possible.

Yet, there he was, his body halfway out of the screen, staring at you like a predator eyeing its prey.

" Hello there, cutie, " he purred, his voice dripping with an unsettling flirtatious tone. The grin on his face never wavered as he slowly pulled himself further into your reality.