Zach clicked the channel buton. "What did you do to the TV?"
The screen was all staticky, the way it looks when you put in a blank videotape. He clicked the VCR button on, then off again.
"Maybe the cable's out," I suggested.
Zach switched to the regular stations and flipped through them. Still a lot of static, but now there was definitely something in the middle. "I'd swear it looks like a person," he said. "But why the same thing on all channels?"
"Zach, turn it off," I said.
Over his shoulder I could see the person on the TV coming in clearer every second, walking toward us through the field of static, a dark silhouette in a long gown and bonnet.
"Zach, turn off the TV," I said.
Jackie took the remote control out of Zach's hand and turned off the power.
Zach opened his mouth to protest but didn't say a word. The screen stayed the same: black and white static with someone coming straight toward us.
With Marella's mother coming straight toward us.
Till her face filled the screen...