I Think Someone’s Watching Me Through the TV Reflection
I don’t know if anyone will believe me, and honestly, I don’t care anymore. I need to get this out somewhere.
I live alone in a small apartment. Nothing fancy—tiny kitchen, creaky floors, TV across from the couch, the usual. I’ve always liked having the TV on in the background. Static noise helps with the silence. Until last week.
It started with the reflection.
I was watching something late at night, the room mostly dark except for the flickering screen. I paused the episode to grab a snack. As I stood up, I saw it in the TV’s black screen—a shape. Behind me. In the hallway.
I spun around. Nothing. Just my coat hanging off a chair. I laughed it off. I really did.
But then the texts started.
do you always watch alone?
I blocked it. Of course I blocked it. But new numbers kept texting. Different ones. Always a little too specific.
the reflection likes you.
you shouldn’t turn off the screen tonight.
I started unplugging the TV at night. But then the whispers began.
It’s not like they’re in the apartment. It’s like they’re in the silence. Behind the white noise. I turn off the fridge and they get louder. I leave the TV unplugged and the air feels heavier.
Last night, I gave in. I plugged the TV back in, just to see if it would stop.
And the screen was already on.
Except, it’s not random static. There’s a face in it. Barely visible, like it’s pressing against the glass from the other side. I swear it moved when I looked closer.
I’m not sleeping anymore.
If this is some prank, I don’t care. If this is real—I don’t know what it wants.
But if I go missing, check the reflection.
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