The static-filled VHS tape was labeled "Channel 62 – Final Transmission." Mark, an amateur horror collector, couldn’t resist. He slid it into the old CRT TV in his basement.
The screen flickered to life, showing a late-night news broadcast from 1987. The anchor, Diane Cole, smiled stiffly before her expression twisted into confusion.
"We—we’re receiving reports of… something in the studio," she stammered. The camera wobbled as distant screams echoed off-screen.
Mark leaned closer. The broadcast cut to raw footage—a shaky camera moving through dark hallways. A guttural voice whispered, "They’re here."
Then, the screen filled with distorted faces pressing against the lens—mouths stretched too wide, eyes black voids. The camera fell, revealing Diane’s lifeless body being dragged into the shadows.
The tape ended abruptly.
Mark exhaled, unnerved. Then—his phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number:
"You watched. Now they’re watching you."
The basement light flickered. A whisper slithered from the TV’s static:
"Turn around."
To Be Continued
