The Shape in the Screen

April 26, 2026

by Will

My grandmother often spoke of seeing spirits. I never believed her until last Tuesday, just days before my uncle passed away.

It was very early, before the sun was up. I was in the living room, getting a glass of water. The television was on, playing some old movie, but the sound was off. My mind was on my grandmother, remembering her stories.

Then I saw it. A pale, gray form appeared on the left side of the screen. It was tall and thin, and it seemed to be standing inside the television, looking out into our living room. It did not belong to the film that was playing.

The shape had my grandmother’s posture, the way she would stand with her head slightly tilted. A cold feeling washed over me. My heart began to beat very fast. I tried to tell myself it was just my imagination, but I could not look away. I stood completely still, unable to move a muscle until the image slowly faded away.

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