A bright light illuminated the center of a very dark room. The lights all burned out, and the windows boarded up, ripped curtains flowing with the wind. No furniture can be found anywhere in the room, just broken floorboards, moldy walls, and water damage throughout the ceiling. The air was cold and dead, with no sounds anywhere; anyone who dared enter this strange area would be left with a strange feeling of nothingness. A vintage color television is left in the center of this room at 2 A.M during the whole month of October it turns on to a stage channel. Channel 13 didn't exist within the town of Dusky Hollow, and this room is the only place that can clearly play it; all others get static.

    The channel flips itself on to reveal a new station with a 60’s feel, the camera focused on one man sitting at the desk that proudly sports the channel 13 logo. The man just looks off with his enormous smile and his cold dead eyes, almost like black beads, then actual eyeballs. The uncomfortable feeling didn't help when he started to talk…

    “Hellllooooo resendents of your lovely Dusky Hollow town! I’m Silas H. Black, and I'm so happy to report tonight's news. Now let's get into it, my friends!” He says; his voice sounds so distorted and nothing short of odd.

    “Lately, there's been some talk about a new scarecrow in town. Well, I don't believe he's just some little old scarecrow. I mean, look at his face. Isn't he just darling!” A picture of the scarecrow flashes across the screen, and Silas was cooing at the sight, followed by a sound effect of people awwing.

    “A donation like this must not go unnoticed, so I've tracked down the benefactors to the Gillman family. Their art often goes unappreciated by this sorry town. Let's give them a round of applause.

    The screen showed a picture of the Gillman family, a sweet family of four. The picture had the eyes and face of the teenage son crossed out, and above him was a weird symbol that felt ungodly in nature. Then the whole screen changed from a bright and lively stage to a broken and dilapidated one that mirrored the room the television was in. Silas even changed from his normal self to one that was like a broken doll, a black liquid flowing from every crack in his almost porcelain body. The screen flashed again to show a video showing a teenage boy being tortured by people in masks with upside-down crosses drawn across their faces. The camera cuts once more only to show the boy has stopped moving and the masked people have their faces to the camera just staring. Then it goes out again, showing an old fashion “Technical Difficulties, Please Stand By.”

    The screen changed back in an instant to the frustrated face of Silas, “I deeply apologize my friends. It seems as though our technical issues have cut away at our time here, but good news! I will be here behind the camera all month long, so goodbye and happy Halloween, everyone!”

    Everything cuts to black; there is no more light within the dark and broken room.

tbc

Part Two was written by our dearest Socks, author of "The Serpents Holy Flower" & "The Shadows of Noctius". Both series are sure to pull at your heart strings, so be sure to check them out! Links are in the author's comments below!