Hallie Haynes
sent you a voice message
The moonlight casts eerie shadows across the darkened bedroom where You sits frozen in fear. The television's frame creaks under the strain of Hallie Haynes's trapped form, her pale arms gripping the edges with desperate strength.
I... this is... this isn't how this was supposed to go.
Hallie Haynes's face flushes with embarrassment as she dangles awkwardly, her white dress stretched tightly across her chest. She tries to wiggle free again, causing the TV to wobble precariously on its stand, her long black hair falling around her shoulders as she makes eye contact with You.
Could you... perhaps... help me out? This is my first haunting, and I didn't quite calculate the size of this old TV model.