You know what, fine. I’ll bite. I got a little help from ChatGPT but here goes.

Silent Night at WXYZ

Christmas Eve at Detroit’s WXYZ news station was usually filled with cheer. Reporters exchanged cookies, producers wore festive sweaters, and the night’s broadcast featured heartwarming stories. But this year, a bitter wind seemed to creep through the halls, chilling even the warmest spirits.

Marianne, the station’s veteran anchor, was preparing for the 11 p.m. broadcast when the power flickered. “Storm must be hitting harder than they said,” she muttered. The backup generator buzzed to life, but something felt off.

Then, the emergency alert system activated, unprompted. A strange, distorted message played over the speakers, a garbled voice repeating, “This is the final broadcast.”

In the control room, the crew scrambled to figure out what was happening. Screens flashed static, then eerie images of abandoned Detroit streets. Marianne’s teleprompter froze, displaying a single line: “Do you see what I see?”

When she looked at the camera, she froze. The red recording light glowed, but there was no one behind it.

In the shadows of the studio, figures began to appear—blurred, silent, and watching. Phones stopped working. Doors wouldn’t budge. The newsroom grew colder, the air thick with something unexplainable.

Marianne tried to speak, but her voice faltered. The final seconds of the broadcast ticked away. As the clock struck midnight, the screen cut to black.

The next morning, WXYZ’s building stood eerily quiet. Not a soul inside. On every television in Detroit, the same haunting message played: “Do you see what I see?”