The rain hammered against my window, a steady rhythm against the backdrop of the cartoon world unfolding on my TV. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was indulging in a little bit of childhood nostalgia, watching an episode of Clarence. The one when clarence founds out that it has a trampoline on clarence's house. It was a simple, silly episode, but it always brought a smile to my face.

Then, it happened. Ms. Mushburgur, appeared on screen. But something was off. Her eyes were wide and vacant, her smile stretched into a grotesque grin, and blood streamed down her cheeks.

I am Error

A chill ran down my spine. I felt a primal fear, a sense of wrongness that made my skin crawl. The screen went black, then a static-filled image flashed. It was Ms. Mushburgur again, but this time, her eyes were dstorted, her smile a jagged, toothy maw, and her tears were crimson.

I slammed my hand down on the remote, the TV shutting off with a click. My heart hammered in my chest. I grabbed the phone and dialed HBO Max, my voice trembling. "Hello? I need to report a problem with the Clarence episode..."

Instead of a friendly customer service representative, I heard a high-pitched buzzing, a distorted electronic screech that made my ears ring (this is how its sounds like https://youtu.be/Dn10qhlchRc?si=KLEdsGt4sHFXFkKy&t=563). Then, a sound that ripped through my skull, a deafening wail combined with electronic buzzings. I slammed the phone down, my ears ringing, my head throbbing.

I had to get out of the house. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. I threw open the front door and stepped out onto the fire escape. The air was thick with a strange, metallic scent. I looked up, and there she was. A tall, slender figure, draped in shadows, with long, sharp claws that glinted like knives. Her eyes were the same black pits I had seen on the TV, and her smile was a cruel, mocking curve.

"You shouldn't have seen this possessed episode," a voice whispered, a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Now you're leaving with me."

The creature lunged, her claws flashing. I stumbled back, a searing pain ripping through my arm. I looked down, and saw a deep, bloody gash, the metallic scent now even stronger.

"Error," she hissed, her voice a chilling rasp. "That's what they call me."

The TV flickered back on, the image of Error staring back at me. The distorted letters on the screen spelled out a chilling message: "You're mine now."

I was trapped, alone, and terrified. Error, the creature from the possessed episode, was real, and she was taking me with her.

Don't watch HBO Max at 3 AM. It's a simple rule, but it might just save your life. You never know what lurks in the shadows of the digital world, waiting for a chance to break free.