Title Processing, Please Wait

1- in which Luna is home alone

This morning my parents weren't home, so in my defense, I was left unsupervised. Though, to be fair, I think this would have happened whether they were home or not. Maybe it was the hour loop of Colorbars playing loud enough to be heard through the entire floor, or maybe it was me, or maybe it was random, but either way it happened and I have no idea what's going on.

It all began when I was brushing my teeth this morning. As I mentioned earlier, I was home alone, and playing an hour long loop of my favorite song, Colorbars by Ghost and Pals. Just because I hadn't listened to it in a while and I felt like it. There was no one to stop me, after all. I finished brushing my teeth and was about to go entertain myself with something or other until my parents got home, when I heard this static. Like TV static, similar to the end of the old version of Colorbars. But I wasn't listening to the old version, and the static wasn't coming from my room like the music was. It was coming from the guest room TV. 

But the guest room TV was turned off, there wasn't anyone staying in there and there was no reason for it to be on. So, armed with the knowledge that I don't live in a horror movie (but still genuinely scared), I stepped into the guest room. The TV faintly glowed with the visual to match the sound. TV static, or snow. But I swear, I'd never turned on that television. It had to have been broken, that had to be the only explanation. I wished, in that moment, that my dad was home so that I could tell him about this odd phenomenon and get him to fix it. But alas, he was not home, and it was just me and the TV, which continued to hum with that static noise. I decided I had two options: Try and turn the TV back off and hope it fixes itself, and pray I don't accidentally make it worse in the process, or leave it like it is until my dad gets home so he can mess with it. 

I was slowly backing out of the room when I heard the voice.

"Touch it."

It sounded unfamiliar, and also like every voice I've ever heard. There was no one else around me who could have said those words. I didn't like it.

"Go on, I know you heard me. Touch the screen. I dare you."

Who was this? Why were they in my head? I didn't want anything to do with that TV. I'd just mess it up more, I know it. "No, no no," I thought back against the voice. I didn't want it there, and I didn't want to do what it said. Despite this, I found my feet moving closer to the television, until I was right in front of the cabinet it stood on, in front of the guest room bed, looking at it.

"There you go, there's a good girl. Don't be scared, it won't bite."

I didn't seem to be left with much choice now. I put my hand up to the screen, and let my fingers brush against it. They dipped in past the surface, the glass parting around it like water. I gasped, in curious amazement and wonder. If the voice said anything else, I didn't hear it. If the static got louder, I didn't hear. If the music went to another song, I wasn't listening. I slipped my hand in, up to my wrist. It felt cool and thick, almost like water, and also kind of tingly, like it'd been asleep and was regaining feeling. My arm went further in, almost up to my elbow, when I lurched forward.

Someone, or something, had grabbed me. It felt like it was going to pull me in.