I looked at the child behind my screen prison.
I just wanted a friend.
I was the static in the TV, the flickering light.
I reached out my hand, pressing it against glass. The little boy moved closer.
"Come into my world..." I hissed, tapping the glass with my fingers.
"What's in there?" He asked.
"Come in..." I whispered again, "And you will see."
He gulped, pressing his hand up against the TV.
Then it happened. Lights flickered, the screen disolved. I grabbed his arm, pulling him in.
The TV flickered a few moments, before blood dripped out its sides.