TV Head

Have you ever heard of those type of people who feared watching television due to the Government or someone reading their thoughts? I always thought those sub-species of humans were insane and simply read too many theories about the government. However, the idea of them being insane quickly switched a few weeks ago.
It all began when I was sitting on my couch, watching some television show that was on late at night. Sleep did not come easy to me so I awaited for it to finally hit me. I watched the screen of my television, barely paying attention on what was going on in the show's plot line. However, my attention quickly zoned in as I heard the voices get muffled with a static that slowly grew in sound. The screen also changed from a group of people chatting to one of those colorful screens as if the channel was under matience or non-existent. I noticed something else happen also. Smack dab in the middle of colors on the television screen, a simple eye that appeared to be drawn slowly appeared. "Stephanie." I could make my voice out in the static.
Like someone snapped their fingers, everything went back to normal. The static vanished and clicked back to the chat of the television show's character. The colorful screen and eye switched back to the coffee shop chit chat. Uneasy, I pressed the power button on the remote. Darkness took over and as soon as I regained comfort, I drifted off to sleep.
This would not be the last of the static and colors and eyes. No, not even close. Every night, this phenomenon occurred, a new word was added to the sentence hidden with in static. Second night was "Stephanie, I...", third night was "Stephanie, I know...", fourth was "Stephanie, I know all...", fifth was "Stephanie, I know all your...", and sixth night was "Stephanie, I know all your little...". The final, seventh night was the night that forced my paranoia to increase by a wide amount. On the screen, and instead of the voice speaking, flashed the word, "SECRETS." Within a minute of the word being posted, one of my very own memories replayed on the screen.
It was a memory of a child version of me and a childhood friend swinging slowly on a swing set. The scene ended with a click and all power went out. I did not sleep that night at all. I simply laid there, my eyes glued to the black screen of my television.
After that night, the television refused to even turn on for at least week. I didn't even wanna turn it on though in fear of the TV replaying some dark memory that belonged to me. However, my torture and paranoia-inducement did not stop. on that night or week.
As I laid on my bed late at night, I snuggled closely to my pillows. My eyes darted to catch a glance at the television. Nothing fishy was spotted at the moment so I flicked off my nightstand's lamps. I closed my eyes to allow sleep to wash over me but something unsettling was hanging in the air. I thought I was just paranoid but my unsettlement was pushed even more when I heard scraping near my television. My eyes fluttered open. The television was no longer on the stand that it was suppose to be planted on; it was planted on the body of a female.
The female with my television on it's head was standing at the end of my bed. The 'head' was titled slightly like it was confused or questioning something. I squinted my eyes. I could barely make out the being was wearing something that resembled a school uniform. She, or it, was wearing a black, long sleeved shirt with a white folded collar. On the lower half of it's body, it adorned a black skirt that reached just down to it's knees with white leggings or stockings beneath it.
Loud static began blaring and screen played static. My mouth opened but no sound came out. Why did no sound come out? I was cut off by more memories playing. A memory of my mother and I baking cookies flashed on screen. It skipped to a scene of me attending my own father's funeral. The scenes began getting more darker and I do not wish to share them with you. I could hear a female's voice come out of the static, "Didn't I say I know all your little secrets?" Everything shut off and the darkness took over room.
That thing comes back every night and it will play even darker secrets on it's screen. Please, help me. Is this just my imagination? Am I going insane? Or is this the work of some alien stuff? What is happening to me? If anyone, and I mean anyone, has encountered this creature, please contact me. I need to know whats happening.