The rain pattered as I watched my show. This is normally relaxing, except today. The images are coming to life. I sit immobile on the couch, listening to the television breathe. Inhale and exhale. At some point, I could make out a heartbeat thumping. Images keep playing, and I no longer know what I am watching. There’s death and gore, but this is not part of my show. The screen darkens and comes back as if blinking. A guttural purr emits from the speakers, and blood drips from the bezel, slowly flowing across the carpet. I see myself in the reflection, staring back. I don’t think I’m at home anymore.