"No! Now I am really stuck in here. Someone has to get me out." Chris thinks to himself.
A noise can be heard coming from outside of Jeremiah's room. It sounds like the door is opening. "Shouldn't it be locked? Someone's gonna see me in here if the curtain is removed." Chris thinks to himself again.
Loud rattling and shacking continues.
"We're in. I thought his room would be locked, but that being said, what is going on in this room in this house that is my own." Said Jeremiah's mother.
"I thought it was locked for safety reasons, I don't understand kids these days. When I was his age I would go outside and me and pops would play fetch with a rock. He would throw it and it would hit me in the head, if I was lucky, he would throw it and it would land any where else." Jeremiah's father reminisced with a smile on his face.
"Paul, He's 15, 15. Even I wasn't that lame at 15." Jeremiah's mother said.
"Growing up, I was actually cool, at least in my city." Jeremiah's father asserted.
"Ok, but that was half a century ago, don't bask in it." Jeremiah's mother sarcastically said with a smile on her face.
"Ew! Did he just say he used to get hit in the dead with rocks?- Explains a lot." Chris says to himself.
"Hey, someone help me. Help me, someone help me!" Chris screams to get their attention.
"Shh, Do you hear that?" Said Jeremiah's mother.
"Hear what?" Jeremiah's father asked in confusion.
"It sound like someone screaming for help." Says Jeremiah's mother.
"What's going on? Where are they?" Said Jeremiah's father.
"It's coming from behind that cover." Jeremiah's mother says.
They pull the cover from the tv, to find that it is Chris behind the cover.
"Is he inside the tv screen?" Jeremiah's father thinks out loud.
"You could just ask me, I'm right here. Who thinks out loud?" Chris says.
"How did you get in there son? Are you playing with us? Says Jeremiah's father.
"No I'm not, it's not my fault I'm in here, but I can't leave unless you guys switch with me." Says Chris.
"Yeah right, we wouldn't believe you anyway, he's playing with us." Jeremiah's father said.
"I'm really not, I promise. If you guys don't switch with me, I can't leave this screen and you will also have to play some sort of question game." Chris says.
"Yeah and if we don't play it, what happens?" Jeremiah's mother responds.
"I will be set free, but I will have to off the individual who broke the rule." Chris says.
"Why would you have to do that?" Asks Jeremiah's mother.
"If I don't kill the target within two weeks, I die and the target dies as well." Chris answers.
"What do we have to do?" Asks Jeremiah's father.
"You have to answer my daily question." Chris responds.
"I mean, we could do that, but you're really not joking with us?" Jeremiah's father says.
"No, I'm serious. This is why I went crazy last week." Says Chris.
"So you're not kidding? and we didn't believe you." Says Jeremiah's mother.
"I would tell my parents all the rules but maybe instead, I can lie to them and have them switch places with me. I mean I can't hurt them but I can switch places with them. After all, they would be safe in here." Chris thinks to himself.
"Then just tell us, what are the rules?" Asks Jeremiah's mother.
"There aren't many rules, but just answer my questions, if you aren't comfortable answering my questions, you can just make one up, but you do have to answer it." Says Chris deceivingly.
"Ask away, we can answer whatever you have." Jeremiah's mother says.
"I will give them a question I think will make them lie. It was a question I've been meaning to ask them for a while now." Chris thinks to himself.
"Dad you're next but this question is for mom. Who's a better son? Me or Chris?" Chris continues.
"Ugh, why? Why would you ask that question?" Jeremiah's mother asks.
"I don't think there is any harm in asking, I won't be upset about your response." Explains Chris.
"I really do value both of you the exact same, why would I have a favorite?" Asks Jeremiah's mother.
"You can't answer a question with another question." Says Chris.
"Ok we'll my answer is both of you, that is a direct answer." Jeremiah's mother answers.
"That's not what I meant, you have to choo-." Chris cuts off.
Within that second, the whole screen went blank. Chris disappeared. Static began to mount together. The sound of the static made Jeremiah's parents pass out, the two of them drop to the floor. The lights in the room begin flickering. The static can be seen oozing from the television and in a wave like state, mounds together and begins gathering at the window of Jeremiah's bedroom. At the window can be seen a silhouette, a figure, the static follows.