The Picture on the Screen

April 10, 2026

by Nico

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (150 words)

"It happened last Friday evening. Sixteen-year-old Clara was in the living room with her two cousins, watching a comedy show they had all seen before. Her parents were reading in the adjoining room. Clara decided to use her new camera to record a few of her favorite moments from the show. She recorded short clips […]"

It happened last Friday evening. Sixteen-year-old Clara was in the living room with her two cousins, watching a comedy show they had all seen before. Her parents were reading in the adjoining room. Clara decided to use her new camera to record a few of her favorite moments from the show.

She recorded short clips without any issue. Then, as she filmed one particular scene, she noticed something odd on the small screen of her camera. A dark, shifting shape drifted slowly across the television. When she looked up at the actual TV, she saw nothing unusual. Her cousins were laughing at the show, completely unaware.

Clara stared at her camera, confused by the silent shape moving where nothing should be. She could be heard muttering, “What is that?” just before the recording stopped. She immediately filmed the television again, but this time the screen showed only the regular program.

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