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Ring

The skies were shrouded by darkness as the thunderous clouds resound with a booming roar.

It was going to be a nasty one tonight, (Y/N) felt as he looked out from the window that peered towards thick flora before his house, only lit by the flash of lightning that cracked from above.

He lets out a sigh as he sits back onto his couch, leaning into the comfortable cushions of the cheap material which he was led to believe was of 'higher quality'.

'I should have known the guy was a weasel.'

Expressing his skillful hand movement by flipping the remote in the air and landing it perfectly into his palm, he feels a tad sad nobody was around to witness such awesomeness.

He presses the red button on the corner of the device and his TV flickers to life, a momentary ambience of white noise greeting him before departing to make room for the latest entertainment to spend wasting his evening.

He flicks through the channels, occasionally giving an annoyed hum when something he liked was almost over. He spends a good few minutes of this before he passes a rather strange channel.

He flicks back to it and notes the questionable number at the top right boldened in bright green. It wasn't a channel he recognized. He watches what appeared to be a bleak image of a well just ahead of the rolling camera.

That was it, nothing else was happening on the screen.

Confused, (Y/N) presses a few buttons to see if he accidentally did something. It still played as usual. His interest now diminished, he flicks past the channel for something else, only for nothing to happen. He tries again, pressing harder on the rubber for the same response: nothing.

"What the hell?"

He clicks off the back of the remote to change the batteries, reaching into the drawer beside him and replacing it. He tries a third time, and still, nothing happened.

"Piece of shit remote's probably busted." He concludes, and goes up to the TV to change the channel manually.

However, he notices something different about the image. He leans in to get a better look, feeling the static tickle his skin as he got close.

He notices movement shifting near the well. What appeared to be a hand reached out and clambered onto the brick before another repeated the action. A figure arose from inside, a girl with a bow from what he could see, crawling out from the depths of the well.

(Y/N) backs up, unnerved by this strange development. He watches as the girl crawled forward over the grass, her limbs seeming to stumble as she comes closer to the camera. He couldn't help but back away as his fear was beginning to rise in his chest.

The figure was now in front of the camera and reached out, and for a moment, (Y/N) thought he could see her hand passing through the screen.

It was.

Terror grips his lungs as he backs away, his mind racing with thousands of questions and plausible explanations for what he was witnessing, but every one of them were inconclusive.

The entity passed through the screen, static loudly buzzing in the dim room as lightning flashed to light it for but a second. In that second, the girl had already crossed over to his world, and was standing over him with a wicked smile that stretched beyond what was possible for human lips. Black hair dangled over her glowing irises, the sickening yellow glimmering with madness.

He stared up at the demon as his reality was melting around him, his senses, his rules on how the world operated breaking under the strian of his terror.

It's tongue flicked out, and a horrible gurgling arose from within its decayed throat...

"Where's the bathroom?"

As though a lightswitch was flicked in his head, his fear disappeared completely and his face of sheer horror was replaced with perlexion. He stared at the entity, unsure if this was trick of some kind, but the creature never moved nor uttered another word.

As he looks at her, he notices her odd shifting. What he believed were faulty limbs barely functioning to support her weight was instead held together to contain something inside of her as she fidgets with need.

"Uh...down the hall to the left."

Without a word, she scurries past him and rushes down the hall. He can hear the door fly open and slam followed by the sound of water running. Minutes later, she girl returned with a look of relief on her crooked face. She was no longer stumbling, but walking as though she was just another person.

"Cheers mate!" She says before climbing back into the TV before it shut off with a 'click'.

(Y/N) stares at the screen with his perplexity growing to levels that nearly broke his psyche, before it was all halted by one, disgusting thought.

She didn't wash her fucking hands!