Horror Stories

The Late Night Show

It was just another lonely night. I slipped off my trench coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. I slid both feet into my slippers and walked across the marble floor. Yep, just another day from work. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Channel through channel. Each number getting larger. Each show being even more boring than the last. I laid down and closed my eyes. Yep, just another night..........alone. Around 1 am, the TV made a weird static sound. Ugh........ I stood up. I messed with the old and broken antennas and kicked the TV as well. Soon enough, a picture popped up. It looked like an old-timey TV show from back in the 1700s. The title said:

The Late Night Show. With Your Host, Sir. Benavent

Sir Benavent? Sounds fancy. I sat down. Shit. I sat straight on a thumbtack. What is this doing here! I kept watching. A countdown began and the show began. It started with really bad graphics. It started to get better as a crowd of people started walking and sipping wine. The room started to fill with classy music and as quick as a rabbit, my shorts were long tuxedo pants. My hairy chest was covered with a tuxedo top and a bow tie. My feet were inside of men's dress shoes that look like they cost 50,000 dollars. My room started shrinking. I walked forward slowly into the old and worn-down TV. The classical music got louder and the mumbled chatter got louder. It was like I was in the show.

I walked between old and young too. Everyone stopped their chatter and looked across the room. The silence was so loud. All I heard were footsteps. Then the noise started again. The constant chatter, the laughs, the piano, everything. Then his voice.

"Welcome to The Late Night Show. I'm your host, Sir Benavent. You are a night owl."

I started to shiver. I saw someone heading to the side near a door. Everyone started talking again. The classical music played at full blast and some of the crowd were tracing back and forth. I walked near the side door towards the other female next to the side door. She was freaked out and trying to open the door. I reached out my hand to her and she almost lost it.

"Oh my god!!!! You made me lose my shit!!!" 

"I'm so sorry," I said with a caring smile. "What are you doing?"

"You get stuck too," she inquired trying to catch her breath.

"Stuck? This came on from static and now I'm here."

"That's the first stage!!!! I've been documenting my whole experience and other people's too since I got here!!!"

"Woah."

"What happened when you first woke up??" I don't even remember. Except for the thumbtack. 

"I woke up in a hurry. After trying to fix the TV, I sat down and landed straight on a thumbtack. I don't see how that-."

"Aha!! The thumbtack comes out of nowhere, does it? Everyone gets the same reaction when they try sitting back down. I mean where does it come from?" As confused as I was, I grabbed a hold of the notepad that sat on the table. Her notes. I read through page after page. It was all the same things. Same experiences. Same accidents. I just looked through each page. Every name, every date they got here too. Some of them have been here for almost 15 years! I jumped.

"See," she continued. "This show is for the night owls of the earth. It only comes on at night and the static represents the start of a new life! And when you fix the Tv and see the show, some random thumbtack comes under you. It's like it's taking your blood or something. I saw a room that was titled, "WORKERS ONLY|BLOOD KEPT HERE."

"Getting in that room will probably reveal the truth. And why we're here!" I felt the relief go through me. She led me down a long hall to where indeed a door with that same name. We snuck in quietly and saw thumbtacks in ziplock bags with names on them. I pulled her aside and saw a camera. She panicked. I turned to her and smiled as I pulled the handcuffs from under the table.

"Wha-what are you doing!!!" I grabbed her before she ran and handcuffed her hands. I started taking her towards the execution room. 

"Help!!!!! You were caught too???"

"You were just- helping me crack the code!!"

"My body was taken...YOU FELL FOR IT?!?!" I laughed. 

"That is The Late Night Show, everyone! I am Sir. Benavent. I hope to see you someday too......"

Both of them were taken to the execution room and help to be tortured for 14 full years until being "removed" from their punishments. They were forced to continue being backups for the show. And for 12 years they would laugh and play until they escaped through the way they thought they came. They were thrown into a wormhole and were killed in a sewer after suffering from many acid poisonings. They were put in as missing.

The end! Next story coming soon.