The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 067 : There’s Something Seriously Messed Up With My New TV

Episode Date: December 6, 2024

Written by Thaddeus JamesStarring Addison Peacock as The ViewerTrevor Shand as The DadEverett Shand as The BoyJade Shand as The GirlUschi Klee as The MistressRomy Evans as The CallerJeffrey Allen Sneed as The ManDee Quintero as The SourceRyan Lee as The AnnouncerAdditional voices by Allison Cositthttps://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/ac96ew/theres_something_seriously_fuckedup_with_my_new_tv/?share_id=pzB-VS9_ph_hCpxHv1lyG&utm_content=2&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_source=share&utm_term=1&force_seo=1 Featuring Stephen Knowles as The Antique DealerTheme music by The Newton BrothersAdditional music byCO.AG ([e-mail]) Vivek AbhishekSUBSCRIBE us on YOUTUBE: https://bit.ly/3qumnPHFollow on Facebook : https://bit.ly/33RWRtPFollow on Instagram : https://bit.ly/2ImU2JV Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

L equals D. Yes, what is it? And my name is Allison. This is Harry Jarvis. We're from the Morning Chronicle. I wonder if you can... Oh! Caught me with my boots off.

Just catching up on some of my favorite shows. Nothing you'd be familiar with, mind you. You see, this particular television is unique. Very unique indeed. It broadcasts the most truly awful things. things that simply should not be before you go on and haul it out of here

why don't you sit and join me for an episode that's just about to start this one's called There's something seriously messed up with my new TV Before we begin I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass

on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant. Recent initiates include Canadian Tuxedo, Kyle Gruber, Rick Owens, Joe Farigno, William Bizzinski, G. is Grimy, Annie, Britt, and Michelle Payjack. We are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order. Go to the obsidiancovenant.com to receive the sacrament. Now, where were we?

Oh yes. Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings and odd goings on. Something seriously fucked up with my new TV. There's no interesting backstory here. I didn't buy this thing from some, like, creepy garage sale. I didn't get it as a gift from some estranged relative that doubled as a cultist or anything. The TV was bought at the mall for fuck's sake. It was sitting on a shelf, ordinary as anything.

It's a cheap one, too. Nothing about the way it looks would suggest that this thing would be as screwed up as it is. My new television plays shows and programs that shouldn't exist. At least, it plays things that I've never seen on regular television before. No sane person would ever air some of the shit I've seen this thing put on for me. When I brought it home this afternoon, I spent some time screwing around with it, as one does when they buy new electronics. Hooking up the cable cord, making sure my fire stick was working all right, et cetera,

etc. But there was one thing that caught my eye. You know how every television has a source menu that brings up a series of options, OX, USB, H.D.I.1, H.D.I.2, all that stuff. This new TV of mine has all that, but there's one other extra source that I've never seen or heard of before. It's not mentioned in the manual at all. And I cannot find anything online that can tell me what it is. There's no given name for this source. as the menu on the TV simply refers to it as a symbol of five vertical parallel lines. When I first selected the five-lined source,

it took me to something that seemed like cable television, but it was nothing of the sort. There were channels, yes, but I'm not talking TNT or AMC or any of that. I don't think anything broadcasted on the symbol channels would be allowed on cable TV. Allow me to explain. Channel 32. As soon as I hit the symbol, I was brought to Channel 32, which was airing some kind of family sitcom.

I let it play as I started Googling an explanation for this extra source, trying to figure out if this was, you know, perhaps a manufacturer error or something similar. I was mostly focused on reading, so I wasn't exactly paying attention to the show that I'd left on. But a line was suddenly read that made me snap. my attention back to the TV. Just where the fuck have you been? On the sitcom that was airing,

a father was scolding a teenage boy who had just snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night. The kid was dressed up, but looked a mess, likely having been out partying. As soon as the father swore at him, the studio audience for the show laughed.

I... I've been waiting for you all fucking night. Where the fuck are you been? What the fuck? What kind of show is this? I was at a party. The father, a large bearded man. took a dangerous step closer to him.

His eyes were wide and manic. The son took an instinctive step back. The reaction seemed far too genuine for a sitcom. A party? You were at a fucking party! You said, I... The large man's hand slapped his son across the face, making a meaty thud sound.

The kid gave out of yelp in pain and shock and fell onto the floor of the kitchen. The father stood above him. practically frothing at the mouth with anger. And for a third time, the studio audience laughed. I'm sorry! The kid wailed from the floor. But the father was now kicking him relentlessly.

We were now in a living room. The kid from the previous scene was sitting on a couch, bloodied and bruised. A young girl, perhaps the character's sister, was sitting next to him. You know, you just can't sneak off like that. Daddy gets mad when you do that. tears trickled down his cheeks from his bruised eyes.

It hurts so bad. The studio audience laughed and clapped. What the fuck was I watching? It was shot and timed like it was supposed to be some sort of comedic family show, but everything that was happening was just horrible. At the time, I wondered how such a thing could possibly be given airtime. Although I was disturbed, I was also extremely curious. I sat down on my couch and watched the episode of this horrific show right to its end.

There was maybe five minutes left in the episode, and it all consisted of the two siblings crying and admitting that they wished they could escape their father. With every sob and admission of sadness from the two characters, the studio audience kept laughing and clapping, like as if these poor kids' misery was the most hilarious thing they'd ever fucking seen. When the credits rolled, the show's theme song played. It was upbeat and merry as if its premise had been about a goofy family getting into hijinks rather than a miserable one abusing itself.

I sat there for a moment or two trying to process what I had just watched. The entire thing made me feel unclean. When another episode started to air, I changed the channel to channel 61, What looked like a home shopping network. There was an older woman with white hair, smiling brilliantly at the camera. Graphics displaying phone numbers and prices framed her, making a perfect little portrait of capitalism on my screen. My friends and I watch networks like this one all the time,

usually to admire jewelry we can't afford. But this was something different entirely. And much like the sitcom, it was different in all the worst ways possible. On some networks like these, they'll sell clothing or accessories and have mannequins set up to help display the products. This channel did the same, but instead of wearing a dress or a necklace, this mannequin was wearing a leather leash, strapped incredibly tight. The old spokeswoman held the end of the leash in her hand.

As you can see here, the grip is significantly strong around the neck, ensuring your property's immediate obedience. Nothing is quite as persuasive, as a little bit of a hand. crushed throat. I see we have a buyer named Emily from Wisconsin. Very quick to the phone, ma'am. We hope you enjoy your new

little leash. Thank you, Amy. I absolutely love it, and I cannot wait to try it out. Glad to hear, sweetheart. Let's move on to our special deal for this evening. The spokeswoman, Amy, walked to the right and the camera

panned to follow her to the next product. Standing in the room, changed the floor and gagged with a metal block strapped to her face was a young woman. She couldn't have been a day over 20. Her eyes were wide, capital owes of terror, and although she tried to scream, the gag reduced her noises to low, muffled groans. She looked like she was a pretty girl, but her face had been so badly brutalized that it was almost impossible to tell.

For our next offer, we are giving you a once-in-a-lifetime deal. Not only will you be receiving this lovely product, but you'll also get your own set of lethal leashes for free. The variety pack includes leashes in a variety of colors and designs, so you will have the perfect one to match your product. Call in now and take advantage of this incredible deal. What should have been a phone number came up on the screen, but instead of numbers, it was just a bunch of glyphs that I had never seen before. The shot faded to briefly show off.

the variety pack of brightly colored yet painful looking leather straps before fading back to the young woman's terrified face. Wow, that was fast. The caller is Ted from Brooklyn. Congratulations, Ted. We hope you enjoy using your new product. Two men in black uniforms and masks came into the frame, unchained the young woman from the floor and carried her away. Despite the gag, she was screaming so loudly. It was all. now. She tried to no avail to kick at her captors. Now completely disturbed, I raised the remote and turned the channel. As I did so, I realized my hand was trembling. Channel 104, an infomercial for a fitness program came up this time. I tuned in right as they were showing off before and after pictures of a woman who purchased a workout package called Pure Motive. The woman had been

very large and had lost something like 80 pounds in just a couple of months. The shot changed to the same woman running on a treadmill. Her face, beat red. Behind her, a fuggish-looking man stood with a large shotgun pointed directly at her back.

A cigarette dangled loosely out of the corner of his mouth. He was staring intently at the woman as if ready to pull the trigger at any moment. It then cut to another before and after pair of pictures, this time of an obese man. There was a brief bit of footage where he was doing squats with a couple of dumbbells.

Another creepy-looking thug was standing right behind him, holding a revolver close to the poor guy's head. A montage of horrible shots came next. A woman running on a track with a man holding snarling dogs close behind her, a group of people doing jumping jacks while thugs with assault rifles walked around them, watching closely. And finally, an incredibly large person trying to do push-ups. He was crying, hysterically.

A voiceover said condescendingly, There is no room for laziness when it comes to pure motive. The large man was no match against gravity and fell flat upon his face. As soon as he did, he screamed. No, no. Four men came into frame and started to kick the shit out of him. They went on for what felt like forever, until the guy was spewing blood and teeth out of his mouth.

One of the four thugs went off frame, and then came back with a sharp-looking machete. The thug raised the machete up with both hands like a medieval executioner, then brought it down to the large man's head. I changed the channel as soon as the blade hit its mark. We now pause for station identification. Told you this was messed up. I'm going to run and grab some snacks.

You stay right where you are. Make yourself comfortable. And I'll be right back. Leave a message. Please do so with the top. Treating you well. Anyways, I was kind of giving you a quick heads up. You might want to talk to your boss about that

that he's got going on. And so you guys like to keep yourselves tight-lipped and everything and how important our grandpa on the clock care of it. Apparently the previous owner is a last. legacy for the covenant. So didn't exactly let the misses in on the secret. She thought it was just a cool-looking clock made out of skeleton bones and a vial filled of blood. Not to mention that there was a 13th hour on the clock that she just decided to dismiss.

Anyways, man, look, I got it safe and sound. Hit me up. We'll take care of it. Just, you know, especially with this one, there's a time on it. So, um, I'll see you in 13 hours, I guess. Did I miss anything? Oh, good. Glad this one's not a rerun.

Let's get back into it. Shall we? Then brought it down to the large man's head. I changed the channel as soon as the blade hit its mark. Channel 11. This channel aired a commercial promoting a new burger from some restaurant chain I'd never heard of. It soon became apparent that the burger was made. from people.

Most specifically, their limbs. For a dessert, the restaurant was serving large bowls of human earwax. Two actors looked hungrily at their bowls and started to dig in. I rushed and changed the channel. Channels 9, 88, and 202. Despite being so horribly disturbed by all of this, I kept flicking through channels. Some morbid curiosity it rose up inside of me.

Part of me believed that there was no possible way I was actually seeing the things that the TV aired, that I had somehow gone mad. But most of me felt that it was all true. And if that was the case, then I was in the midst of something impossible. And I had to see whatever came next, as repulsed by it as I may be. Channel 9 was airing some rock concert. The singer went to the mic, screamed. Are you ready?

And then pulled a small switchblade from his pocket. With a click, the blade sprung out of its handle, and the singer brought it right into his face over and over again. A shot of the crowd showed they were all doing the same, some with knives of their own, others with shards of glass. Channel 88 had a game show that launched terrified people at a brick wall using catapults. I got the gist quickly and again changed the channel. I flipped past Channel 202 as quickly as I could because it freaked me out quite badly.

It was footage of a bare-walled room with a young woman sitting in the middle of it. She was staring at the camera. At me, I thought immediately, with eyes that were small but had humongous sockets. It looked like some sort of horrific insect human hybrid was staring through me. Channel 76. This channel had a wildlife show, but it was displaying all sorts of horrific animals that do not exist on this planet. Tall, canine-looking creatures with stilt-like legs preyed upon a car-sized slug.

The slug had two hands, each with ten digits, that slapped uselessly at its assailants. As you can see, there is no hope here for the useless goddamn creature. I changed the channel. Channel 132. Another infomercial. This one was for a product that was literally just chocolate-coated human feces.

When I watched one actress gleefully take a bite and happily sigh as if she were savoring the flavor, I had to change the channel and then rush to my bathroom to vomit. Channel 303. As I crouched above my toilet, hurling and heaving, a sound suddenly came from the TV. I looked up from the toilet bowl. It continued. The voice was eerily familiar. Here. Trembling badly, I mustered up the courage to leave the bathroom and see what was happening on the TV next.

The infomercial was gone. The channel had changed to 345, despite the fact that I hadn't touched the remote. This particular program featured only one star performer. Me. Or at least some horrible copy of me. I was in the same room as the woman from Channel 202. She was gone, and I was sitting where she had been. Help me. This copy was looking at the screen, same as the woman before had done. Please.

I was crying. Help me. In its lap, there was a long black cord with multicolored wires sticking out of the end. It brought the cord up to its face, holding it in both hands. It opened its mouth, and in went the cord. The sharp wires cut around the copy's lips, and the expression on the thing's face made it more than apparent that they were cutting inside its mouth as well.

Blood poured down its chin. From behind its back, the copy pulled out two other large cords. Both of these were quickly shoved into its eyes. The copy raised its head up to the ceiling of the room and screamed, the cords dangling from its face. Although the camera had remained locked on the copy for the entirety of this, it was now starting to pan to the right, the direction from which the cords were coming.

The shot moved from my deformed other self, and walked towards a white door, the bottom of which the cords were feeding through. Light shone on the other side of the door, and the entire TV screen seemed as bright as the sun as that door opened on its own. The channel changed on its own once more. The channel with the five, vertical, parallel, lines.

What I was suddenly looking at was a wondrous display with swirling colors on the screen. Reds, blues, greens, all fading in and out of each other, an impossibly beautiful sight to behold. When I briefly took my eyes away from it, all other colors. around me seemed to be muted, dull. I fixed my eyes back on the screen and felt a rush of pleasure. The three hues were soon joined by more. Purples, yellows, oranges. I couldn't look away.

Everything went numb. My body felt like it was melting, melting, and I was becoming one of those swirling clouds of color. This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And the most beautiful thing I will ever see. Another thought came. An alien one. Was it worth watching?

Everything now. Although my eyes were still glued to the screen, I felt myself frown. Had that been something I thought? Or something that had come from the TV itself? It was almost like a little of both. Was it worth watching everything else? Just to see this? Yes.

Absolutely. Reds, purples, greens, oranges. Would you keep watching? Would you keep watching to see this again? Colors. Oh, God. So many. colors. Was this the source? Was this channel? These swirling colors, the source of everything I had

just watched? It most certainly felt like it. Would you keep watching? Would you explore all those channels just to get back here? I didn't answer. My attention was still almost completely focused on the waving colors. Here. Auxi. One by one, the colors faded away. I was now back,

looking at the room from Channels 202 and 303. I was still sitting there, cords dangling out of my face like grotesque growths. But I was not alone. The tiny woman was there,

as for dozens of men, women, and children that had been similarly disfigured. Watch with us. The people on the screen talked in unison as if they were part of a sermon. Join the others who kept watching. Watch with us. Watch with us. Watch with us.

Watch with us. Watch with us. Whatever ecstasy I had felt from looking at the colors quickly. sobered up and was replaced with fear. I hurried over to the television and pulled its power cord out of the socket behind it. Shaking, I sat down on my couch. When I glanced at the clock in my living room, I was shocked to find that around five hours had passed since I first put the TV on.

Had I really been staring at those colors for so long? I've been sitting here for another hour, just looking at the blank TV, and thinking. I plugged it back in, but I've not yet turned it on. I keep fiddling with the remote. Would you keep watching? The programs this thing presented to me

had been the most horrific things I'd ever seen on a screen. However, those colors had been the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen on a screen. Would you keep watching? I mean, the remotes in my hand.

Just a couple awful channels away. Watch with us. I just might, honestly. I just might. Thank you for your patronage. Hope you enjoyed your new relic as much as I've enjoyed passing along its sordid history. It does come with our usual warning, however.

Absolutely no refunds, no exchanges, and we won't be held liable for anything that may, or may not occur while the object is in your possession. If you've got an artifact with mysterious properties, perhaps it's accompanied by a history of bizarre and disturbing circumstances. Maybe you'd be interested in dropping it and its story by the shop to share with other customers. Please reach out to Antiquarium Shop at gmail.com.

A member of our team will be. be in touch. Till next time, we'll be waiting for you whenever you close your eyes in the space between sleep and dream. During regular business hours, of course, or by appointment, our best customer. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings, Lot 0667. There's something seriously messed up with my new TV. written by Thaddeus James, starring Addison Peacock as the viewer.

Trevor Shand as the dad. Everchand as the boy. Jade Shand as the girl. Ushie Klee as the mistress. Romy Evans as the caller. Jeffrey Allen Sneed as the man. De Quintero as the source. Ryan Lee as the announcer.

Additional voices by Alison Cossett. Featuring Stephen Knowles as as the antique dealer. Engineering production and sound design by Trevor Shand. Theme music by the Newton Brothers. Additional music by Coag and Vivek Abyshech. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings is created and curated by Trevor and Lauren Shand. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter at Antiquarium Pod.

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