Girl in the static | origional creepypasta

You ever stare into a screen so long that it starts to feel like something’s staring back?

Back in 2012, I was 14 and dealing with a lot. My home wasn’t exactly warm—physically or emotionally. The kind of place where silence screamed louder than any argument. I used to stay up all night in my room just to avoid hearing the chaos downstairs. My old tube TV was my escape. No cable. Just a busted antenna and a stack of scratched-up DVDs.

One night—somewhere between midnight and 3AM—the power flickered. Not a blackout. Just a weird pulse. My bedroom light buzzed, dimmed, then came back like nothing happened. But the TV? It was stuck on static. No channel number, no input. Just white noise.

At first, I thought it was whatever. I even let it play for a while. The background sound helped drown out the screaming silence in my chest.

But then I noticed something… off.

The static wasn’t still. Not like it usually is. It was shifting. Like something behind it was trying to break through.

I moved closer. It felt like watching a crowd from far away—shapes forming then disappearing. Then, right in the center of the screen, the static parted.

And I saw her.

Pale skin. Long, stringy black hair. Her face was blurry, like the pixels couldn't agree on what she looked like. But her eyes… they were clear. Cold. Dead. Watching me like she’d been waiting. She didn’t blink. Didn’t move.

Then, she smiled. Wide. Too wide. The kind of smile you feel in your spine.

And that’s when I heard it.

The static changed. It wasn't just noise anymore—it was voices, buried deep beneath the fuzz. Whispering. Layered. Dozens of them, like a crowd murmuring secrets underwater. But one voice cut through. Her voice.

> "Come find me."

"I’m still here."

"I see you."

I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. It felt like if I did, she’d climb through.

Then just like that, she was gone.

I finally turned the TV off, but the damage was done. From that night on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had latched onto me. I started dreaming about her. First in the TV. Then in mirrors. Then in corners of my room. Watching. Smiling.

I told my mom once. She said it was sleep deprivation and stress. Said maybe I should talk to someone. But there was this look in her eye when I told her—like she knew what I meant. Like maybe… she'd seen her too.

The dreams got worse. She got closer. In one dream, I woke up to find her crawling out of the TV—her body glitching, her joints bending backward. I screamed myself awake, but my throat was raw like I’d actually been screaming. My sheets? Damp with sweat. My window? Open.

It wasn’t until I moved in 2016 that it stopped.

Different house. Different town. New everything. The static girl faded into a dark corner of my past—just another scar I didn’t talk about.

Until last night.

I was setting up my new smart TV. Streaming Netflix. Background noise while I unpacked some boxes. I walked away for maybe a minute—and when I came back… static. On a smart TV. No inputs. No antenna. Just white noise.

And in the middle of it…

Her face.

Same hair. Same eyes.

Same smile.

Like she’d been waiting.

I yanked the power cord straight from the wall. The screen stayed on for three whole seconds before going black. I haven’t turned it back on since.

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I don’t know if any of this makes sense. I’m not saying it’s paranormal. I’m not even saying it’s real. But if anyone else has seen something in the static—say something. Please. I need to know I’m not alone.