User:Ximpossibearx

I would like to start off by telling you, no, I am not crazy. I'm rather very scared right now as I type these words. I am sitting alone in some dark, damp room I had found as I hear the banging and slams coming closer and closer towards me..and I have accepted it. You see, it all started on a Sunday. I was sitting at home and saw that my wife had picked up the newspaper from yesterday. I sighed, and seeing I had nothing better to do, I decided to pick it up, sit on my recliner, and read. Nothing was very interesting. Just ads, science articles, and lame news stories that most people had already heard. But something caught my eye. A particular ad, the smallest one on the page, saying, Visuals TV Now, let me say, I had never exactly liked my TV company. So when I saw Visuals TV, their price, and saw that it even came with a brand new television, I was sold. I quickly picked up my smart phone and dialed the rather odd number. I called the number, and a raspy voice answered. "Visuals TV..." I gulped. I felt rather..uncomfortable. My words fumbled out as I explained. "Yes. I would like to order Visuals TV.." I stated slowly. There was a long, silent pause before he rumbled, "Be right over." and the line went silent. This was rather odd, knowing that I never gave the man a chance to learn my address. I settled into the fact that it was just a prank ad, and sunk back into my couch to read on throughout the news paper. Around 10 minutes later, there was a rather soft knock on my front door. I got up, confused for a moment. I opened to see a rough old man. He had a scar on his right cheek, he was bald, and he had bruises and wrinkles outlining himself. I held my breath and looked behind him. A sketchy white van with red painted words, "Visuals TV" Before I could protest, the man let himself in, going straight to the living area. I was rather speechless and had no idea what would squeeze out of my mouth. He didn't look up at me, but in less than 20 minutes he had a new box TV set up, and an old, dusty, DVR. "Good luck." he whispered in an even more raspy voice before exiting without a trace. The van was gone. I turned on the TV, instantly being confused. The channels were some I had never seen before. Every channel I flipped to, it was just a person sitting in a chair or on their couch looking just as confused as I am. I picked up the newspaper to call back, but strangely enough, I couldn't find the ad. I put it down and examined my TV up and down. In the tiniest corner of the TV, was a small black square. In the middle was a lens. It was a camera.