The producer watched a screen while holding a ringing cell phone to his ear. The show had grown a life of its own, shifting from scene to scene with a ruthless efficiency, displaying the horror of the valley for an audience numbering in the millions.

Every attempt to disconnect the line to the valley met failure. The ghosts had taken over ‘Scared to Death’ and showed no signs of relinquishing control.

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No commercials interrupted the flow of the events, no inane ads for meaningless consumables. The protests from the advertisers were getting louder by the second.

The show was collapsing in on itself and it was going to take the rest of the network with it to hell. There was one last desperate act that might regain the network, and he nodded to the man tasked with the job. Reaching to a keyboard, the man punched in a code, then waited for the television station’s computer to shut off.

Nothing happened.