The 2:59 Flicker

# TikTok Horror Story Script Edison thought turning off the light would help.

The static from the TV grew unbearable, crawling under his skin like living static.

Kitchen lights flickered violently, shadows dancing on cracked walls. He flipped the switch.

Total darkness swallowed him whole. His breath echoed back wrong, distorted.

Something breathed with him. He turned slowly. A face materialized inches away.

Hollow black eyes. Cracked skin splitting at the edges. Mouth stretched impossibly wide

with jagged broken teeth. It lunged. He woke up screaming on the couch,

drenched in cold sweat. The TV glowed softly. Two fifty-nine AM on the clock.