The screen flickers on, a hum in the dark,
A smiling face,
too wide,
too stark....
A voice like syrup,
thick and slow,
Says things no one should ever know.

“Tune in now, don't look away,”
The tape still runs,
Though it’s a lightless day.
Eyes in shadow, stretch and leer...
Their shapes grow clearer the longer you peer.

The timestamp’s wrong.
It's 4:03.
But you swore just now it said...
3:33?
Your door creaks softly, but no one's there
Just static breathing, thick as air.

The face returns.
It knows your name.
It says it loud.
It plays a game.
“If you're alone, please raise your hand.”
Your body moves,
But not by plan.

Each frame skips forward, past your eyes,
Your living room,
Then the forest,
the skies.
A glimpse of you upon the screen...
A frozen grin...
A silent scream.

The screen goes black...
A final tone.
But now you’re sure…
You’re not alone.