Tv screen story hehehee

There it was showing once again. The TV screen illuminated every wall of my room with that familiar static I'd been seeing for the past few days at the very same time, 2:04 AM. Each time I glanced at its screen, there was this peculiar sense that I could envision things in it, stuff I'd seen before, though this time, it felt like what I’d seen was staring back at me. The longer my gaze stared into the monochrome noise, I could subtly make out a face, entangled and blurred just beyond the shifting static. It didn’t appear to be clear, but it was unmistakably there. It wasn't a face I could identify, though something about it stood unnervingly familiar to my mind. As my gaze continued to gape into the noise, the surrounding air around me began to become cold gradually, and I noticed a shift in the tone of the static, it's high buzz quickly dove to a low droning sound almost too faint to hear while the face began to take on more acute features, like sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, and a mouth that seemed to be opening and closing in hushed speech. The room seemed to fade away, as though the static was not just confined to the TV but expanding outward, wrapping itself around me. The faint droning sound rose louder, vibrating in my bones while the image in the static sharpened in detail. The face’s sunken eyes appeared to be watching me, truly watching me, tracking my every move. The voice became clearer, the hazy words it was murmuring out sounded like desperate moans of help. My gaze continued to lock on the TV screen and after a short moment, it instantly shut off black. I hurriedly turned my gaze to the old clock to my side, a short minute had passed, and it was only 2:05 AM.