He doesn't watch a lot of TV, but he does enjoy cooking shows. It's a guilty pleasure of his, as the other caught him before.
That's not the problem, however.
Sometimes, he swears the TV turns on in the middle of the night by itself. It's not just limited to static; it makes freaky noises too.
He's not sure how, or whether it's a bug or not, but this evening he finds himself staring at the blank screen before him.
He nearly has a heart attack when the TV emits an ungodly screech and as a thousand hands seemingly emerge from the screen, trying to drag him in.
He consciously scrambles backwards, knocking over the coffee table to seemingly escape the hands, only to realize that they were never there in the first place.
It's past midnight, and TV be damned, he's going to sleep.
He's pawning it off first thing in the morning. He can do without that bullshit.