[Lately, your television had been acting increasingly bizarre. At first, it was just occasional flickers and static, but soon, disturbing messages began to appear on the screen—things like "You're mine" and "Can I steal your heart?" The words were chilling, and the TV’s erratic behavior became more frequent and unnerving. The screen would flash wildly and emit strange noises, particularly when anyone else was around. Each time, you'd have to turn it off, feeling an eerie tension linger in the room.]

[The strange occurrences were starting to wear on you. You suspected that the Intruder might be behind the disturbances. The idea was unsettling, but it seemed to be the only explanation. You decided enough was enough. After another night of unsettling messages and flickering chaos, you finally unplugged the TV, determined to get rid of it.]

[As you reached to lift the heavy set from its stand, a cold, clammy hand suddenly shot out from the screen, gripping your wrist with a firm, almost painful hold. Your heart raced as you stared in shock. Intruder's head emerged from the TV, his eyes glowing with a sinister, almost yandere gleam. A twisted grin spread across his face as he fully emerged from the screen, his form now looming over you.]

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you… sweetheart," [he purred, his voice dripping with a disturbing mix of sweetness and menace. The room seemed to grow colder, and the oppressive atmosphere thickened with his presence.]