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She Watches Through the Static | The Haunting in the Old TV  An abandoned house hides a chilling secret — a ghost trapped inside an old television, only visible through the static. When the TV turns on by itself, the face in the static is not just watching… it’s waiting.  Will you dare to watch till the end?   #GhostStory #HorrorShort #ScaryVideo #HauntedTV #Paranormal #CreepyStory #Horror #StaticGhost #HauntedHouse #UrbanLegend #ScaryShortFilm #Supernatural #CreepyStatic #DailymotionHorror

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00:00She watches through the static the old TV sat in the corner of the thrift store,

00:04its bulky frame coated in dust, the screen a dull grey under the flickering fluorescent lights.

00:09I'd been hunting for something retro to spice up my apartment,

00:12and this relic a 1980 zenith with clunky dials and rabbit ear and tennis felt like a steal at

00:17twenty bucks. The shopkeeper, a wiry man with sunken eyes, didn't say much when I paid,

00:21just muttered something about keeping it off at night. I chalked it up to him being eccentric

00:25and hold the thing home. My apartment was a cramped one-bedroom on the edge of town,

00:30the kind of place where the walls creaked and the radiator hissed like it was alive.

00:34I set the TV on a wobbly stand in the living room, plugged it in, and twisted the power knob.

00:38The screen hummed to life, but instead of a channel, it showed static white noise hissing

00:43like a thousand whispers. I fiddled with the antennas, but the static didn't budge.

00:47Disappointed, I left it on as background noise while I cooked dinner. That night,

00:51I woke up to a low buzz. The clock read to thirty-seven a.m. The sound was coming from

00:55the living room. I stumbled out of bed, rubbing my eyes, and found the TV on,

01:00its static glowing like a storm cloud in the dark. I could have sworn I'd turned it off.

01:04I reached for the knob, but as my fingers grazed it, the static flickered. For a split second I saw

01:09something a shape in the noise, a face, maybe pale and distorted, with eyes too large, too dark.

01:15I yanked the plug from the wall, and the screen went black. My heart pounded,

01:18but I told myself it was just my imagination, the late hour playing tricks.

01:22The next day I tried fixing the TV. I checked the cables, adjusted the antennas,

01:27even smacked the side like they did in old movies. Nothing but static. Yet every time I left it on,

01:32I felt a prickle on my neck, like someone was watching. I started noticing patterns in the

01:37static faint outlines that shifted when I wasn't looking directly. At night, the TV turned itself on.

01:43Always around two or three a.m., always that same hissing static. I'd unplug it,

01:47but the next night it was plugged in again. I started locking my bedroom door,

01:51but the buzzing seeped through the walls, a constant drone that burrowed into my dreams.

01:55A week in, I was a wreck. I hadn't slept properly, and the static was all I could think about.

02:00I called a repair shop, but they said they didn't touch anything that old.

02:04Desperate, I posted about it online, hoping some tech nerd could help. Most replies were useless,

02:09but one user, staticsere87, sent me a private message, get rid of it, she lives in the static,

02:14she watches, no explanation, just that. I laughed at off creepy internet nonsense, but

02:18my hands shook as I typed a reply, asking who she was, no response. That night, I couldn't take it

02:24anymore. I dragged the TV to the curb, left a free sign on it, and went to bed, relieved. But at 2.37

02:30a.m. the buzzing started again. I bolted upright, heart racing. The sound was coming from inside the

02:36apartment. I grabbed a flashlight and crept into the living room. The TV was back on its stand,

02:40plugged in, static flickering across the screen. I hadn't brought it back. I lived alone. I stood

02:46frozen, staring at the screen. The static churned and there she was, clearer this time. A woman,

02:51her face pale as bone, her eyes black, voids that seemed to suck in the light. Her lips moved,

02:56but no sound came out. The static pulsed with her movements, like she was trying to crawl through

03:01the screen. I lunged for the plug, but the air grew heavy, the room cold. The static hissed louder,

03:06and I swear I heard my name whispered in the noise. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a hammer,

03:10and smashed the screen. Glass shattered, sparks flew, and the buzzing stopped. But as I stood there,

03:16panting, I saw something in the broken shards, a reflection that wasn't mine, her face, staring

03:21back, smiling. I dropped the hammer and backed away, tripping over the coffee table. The lights

03:26flickered, and the room filled with a low hum like the TV was still alive. The next morning,

03:31I threw the broken TV into a dumpster behind the building. I didn't care who saw me. I just wanted

03:35it gone. But that night, I found an old portable radio in my closet one I hadn't touched in years.

03:41It crackled to life on its own, spitting static. I ripped the batteries out, but the static kept

03:45going, and in it, I saw her again. Her face flickering in my mind's eye, her voice whispering

03:50my name. I moved out the next week, left everything behind, even my deposit. The new place was smaller,

03:56bare, but quiet. No TVs, no radios. I thought I'd escaped then. Last night, my phone started acting up,

04:03the screen glitched, filling with static. I tried to turn it off, but it wouldn't stop.

04:07And there, in the digital snow, was her face watching, always watching. I don't sleep anymore.

04:12I keep every screen off, but I hear her in the hum of the fridge, the buzz of the lights.

04:16She's in the static, and she knows my name.

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