Every Channel Shows My Life Falling Apart

I stopped sleeping with the TV on after last week. The news anchor’s face flickered, then held my gaze a second too long. War, violence, the usual—except the names on the screen started to sound familiar. My street. My boss. My mother’s maiden name. I changed the channel. More headlines: layoffs, divorces, a dog found dead in the park where I walk every morning. My phone buzzed—notifications from apps I never installed, showing me photos I never took. In every one, I’m in the background, blurred, staring straight at the lens. At work, the printer jammed. The paper it spat out was blank, except for a single line: "You’re next." I unplugged everything. But the static in the walls is louder now. I can’t tell if the news is reporting the world, or just warning me. #TrueHorror #UrbanLegends #ParanormalEncounter #Spirituality