Saturday Night Dead

“Look” Said Aliyah, pointing.

“What?”
I glanced up from the brush coated in black polish ready to cover my fingernail.

I stared at the screen.

Where the ‘Saturday Night’ show had been, a ghostly version of a bloodied hand filled the screen.  I swallowed.

In that moment Aliyah screamed as the hideous limb reached out from beyond the screen to grasp her slim, pale neck as she twisted and writhed whilst I remained motionless, in shock.

The hand withdrew.

Aliyah was still.

So was I.  I was oblivious to the black polish trickling over the carpet, mixing with the red……