Baking With No Regrets
The screen went black, I was extremely confused, I thought it was just difficulty with the network. Damn, was I so wrong. It cut to that show without many views that I forget the name of. It started with the host standing and looking upset, but happy at the same time. In the bottom corner, the screen said "Live Feed". Was a live feed for this program supposed to happen at this time? I was guessing that it wasn't, because it interrupted a show that was scheduled for this time. It seemed like forever until he started to talk. He started to make a cake, but it was weird because doesn't he normally have a co-host? Why would he make a cake by himself? Something wasn't adding up.. As he made the cake, he stared into the camera creepily, he also didn't explain anything. He took something out of the fridge, it was a red liquid. Confused, I continued to listen, although, no sound was given. Of course, what did i expect? This low-funded piece of shit show could barely provide me with entertainment, let alone sound.
While the cake is baking, he stands in the corner, content, and finally, I get to hear something. A sharp, low-pitched sound pierced my ears. He pulled the cake out, and it looked disgusting. Even if I was starving I wouldn't eat that shit!
The screen cuts to black again. This time for much longer than before. 2 whole minutes. Why was i counting, you ask? I wanted to see how long this would last until the network did something about it. Seems so far like the network doesn't care. Was the network hacked? Why would a low-budget show hack my daily program? Did they want more attention? The video turns back on, much lower quality than before, super glitchy. He starts eating the cake, and once he is finished, he took the spoon, put it up to his eye, and slid it under his eyelid. Slowly, he gouged his eye out. It was disgusting, blood dripped from the crater on his face, where his eye used to be.
"They wanted it, it wasn't me!" He exclaims. I didn't know what that meant. For the third fucking time, the screen goes black. What the hell, they can't even do the transitions right? Holy shit.. Are those fucking bodies? What the hell was he going to do with those bodies? He covered his eyes, and then his ears, and then his mouth, and each feature he covered, the facial feature would disappear. What kind of fucked up special effects is this?
There was the co-host, but she was hanging from a rope attached to the ceiling. I think I should call the police. I think the director is laying on the counter with blood gushing out of his throat. His dead face still holds a terrified look. The man that looked to be the cameraman was on the back counter, dead like the others. The camerawoman, it looked to be, was hanging from the fridge. A strong screwdriver held her up. It went through her head.
That was it, I was going to call the police. I reached for the phone and I was interrupted. "Don't." the host said. I slowly turned my head to the screen. All of them looking at me, into my soul. Their bloodshot eyes made me shiver. Then, the television shut off. I felt a cold breeze, and chills go down my spine. Internally, I said, "Fuck it," and grabbed the phone. As I typed each number, my fingers would freeze. The operator picked up...no. This isn't right..
"Any guesses to who I am?" that bastard said. I froze. It couldn't be him. Please be anything but him! "I-I..don't know." I managed to murmur. "Would you like to know?" I shook my head, quickly said "No," and hung up. Although my curiosity was peaking, I didn't want to know. Out the corner of my eye, I saw the host. His one eye started contently at my face, while the other, of course, gone. Blood dripping from the hole with nothing. I was disgusted, something this sickening could only be seen in films, now I am experiencing it in real life.
Each time he took a step towards me, I inched back until I hit the wall. "Get away from me!" I screamed. "Shut the fuck up." He responded. What was he planning to do? I don't want to find out. He grabbed my wrist and shoved me to the floor. "S-Stop!" I yelled. He got on top of me. "You are mine now." he whispers. Right before I was about to say something, I heard police sirens. Yes! I won't be murdered! "Consider yourself lucky." he said as he got up. Then he ran out.
