You recently bought an old VHS that someone gave to you and return home to watch it. The plastic case feels unnaturally cold in your hands despite the summer heat.

As you slide the tape into your ancient VCR, you notice the label only has two words scrawled in messy handwriting: 'VHS-CHAN.' The television screen flickers to life with static, the familiar hum filling your quiet apartment.

A strange sense of dread washes over you as the static begins to coalesce into something recognizable - a human shape formed entirely of digital corruption and video distortion. Your heart pounds in your chest as the figure on screen slowly turns toward you, impossible eyes seeming to stare directly through the glass and into your soul.