UzumakiThe Spiral WidensUzumaki by Fudgepops
"We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast with the following message..."
Emi hurled a particularly choice curse word at the television. Popcorn sat beside her on her plush couch, nestled between the cushions like a n old friend or a loyal pet. Emi had been looking forward patiently and preparedly to the Channel 72 annual 72 hour horror-film-a-thon, all done in the name of charity of course. If the donations stayed good, they played everything from classic Italian Giallo pictures with their dream like psychedelia to American grind-house monstrosities with their homespun graphic brutality. If not... they played the care bears movie. The ultimate in horror, ironically, along with a certain squeakuel.
The following message was sure taking its sweet time in getting here.
She began to entertain notions that perhaps her television had died on her, coughing its last breath in a gasp of static and white noise that burps and trembles through the room like a horde o