This is a fan book created by the voice actor of the Antagonist.
Keep in mind that this is not the official lore.
Enjoy the Novel and show some amazing love to the Creator because he has worked on this :)

BEYOND: THE STATIC
BY Slushie

December 4th 1993

It was dark, empty, quiet, bone chilling, hanging from each pipe in the right left and center of the room, tightly knotted hung from a height where it would instantly break your neck, he sat there, staring at it, crying softly, he stepped onto the small old wooden chair, put it slowly around his neck, the noise echoed throughout the room, his body hung limp swaying in the wind, before finally coming to a dead stop.

“Alexas where’s your brother?” (asked Dad)
“I don’t know i haven’t seen him.” (i told him)
“Don’t you have a class with him” (he asked)
“Yes but well, today me and my friends thought it would be funny to play a prank on him, dad you know how he is he hates being stared at or watched, so we recorded him sitting alone at lunch and in his bedroom then we put it on a VHS tape and switched it with the tape our teacher was going to play, dad, you know how he is…then he….
a loud knock on the front door
Dad slowly opened the door revealing two police officers with their heads hung low.
“Sir, I’m sorry to say this but your son…was found dead….in the school’s basement….a teacher heard a loud noise then called the authorities expecting a burglar but found him hanged on one of the pipes….we are trying to uncover footage from the security cameras leading up to before the noise, we found a VHS tape with his name on it so we figured you’d might want it
the officer handed dad the tape
When we went back inside dad clenched his hand like a vice on my shoulder.
“Alexas if i play this tape what am i going to see?”
(He asked)
“Nothing!, well nothing bad, just him sitting in a chair and on his bed, i swear!” (i told him)
*dad put the tape into our VCR player, it whirred for a moment then the screen went from fuzzy static to a room, a basement maybe, then he stepped in front of the camera, in the background i saw it, hanging from the pipe in the center of the room, they were talking, softly, telling him to do it, in small whispers, maybe kids my age or younger, he looked sad, angry, peaceful all at the same time, he didn’t say anything until the voices stopped, “you did this to me, i loved you, i thought you loved me, i was wrong about you, so this is what you get, this is what you wanted….isn’t it?….after all you are the reason for this happening in the first place, my own sister, i hope you enjoy this, they will come for you…we will come for you.” he said and he stepped onto the chair and the camera turned to static and just vaguely could you see him swinging back and forth then the tape ended.
“Dad…I’m so sorry….i didn’t think he would….” (i stopped) dad’s neck was twisted up….angled awkward as if someone had yanked it by his head, then i saw him, standing in the doorway.
I grabbed my camera, if it was him, then this had to work, he doesn’t like to be watched that’s his weakness, he stepped closer eyeing me with his empty eyes, white emptiness then he was right in front of my face, i stepped back, but i could go back no longer, somebody was behind me, they were there whispering into my ear then i blacked out.

December 3rd 1995

“Dad, i can’t sleep, i saw the man again” (the little girl said)
“Honey, there’s no one here, go back to bed, I’ll see you in the morning” (the man closed the door and left the room)
Within the room Mary could hear a deep voice saying you watched the tapes, you will die. Mary backed up against her headboard till she could go no further then she saw him to her left she continued to stare, then he was right in front of her, gripping Mary’s neck, Mary began to turn red, then purple, then she crumpled to the bed nothing but a corpse now.
The next morning her father walked into the room “Mary time for… (he stopped when he saw pale white skin, dead eyes, her neck seemingly broken) the door behind him slammed shut locking him in the room, he slowly backed up then he heard the whispers, then the last thing he saw was total darkness.

January 5th 2016
The house was empty for nearly 20 years people were too afraid to buy the house because of all the things that happened inside, the man stared at his new house from the walkway, as he stepped through the doorway he got shivers down his body, he closed the door as he did it he noticed the family across the street watching from their front yard, he smiled and locked it shut.
He walked into the bedroom and saw the apparition of a little girl sitting up in the bed with empty eyes, he stepped closer and she disappeared.
The realtor told him there was some extra furniture in the basement, so he walked downstairs to find it but came across two doorways leading into pitch darkness, he took the one on the left, and came across a dimly lit room containing file cabinets and papers strewn around everywhere, there was a flashlight on the small wooden table he picked it up turned it on and returned down the hallway he shone the flashlight down revealing heavy footprints embedded in the cement, he continued and went through the next doorway and came across a locked door, using the flashlight he broke the lock off the door and entered the room, sitting on the floor was a small metal lockbox with a padlock keeping it closed, once again the man slammed the flashlight into the lock and again it busted, inside it had several VHS and cassette tapes, it was perfect he had just set up his TV, and was sure he had his cassette player and VCR player, he headed upstairs with his new findings and found his devices and inserted tape one a disturbing voice unrecognizable saying something, the tape had to be broken, he slammed his fist into the cassette player and it made a static noise then he heard the voice of a man, James Peterson the previous owner of the house he was in, these were his tapes,
But the tape seemed to be stuck on one sentence “he does not like to be watched”
The man picked up one of the tapes and pressed play.   
          

           THE END