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They say there's an old violin in New Orleans that plays itself at midnight notes dripping like blood through empty streets anyone who tries to take it home vanishes leaving only black fingerprints on strings and whispers that echo for days some say you can still hear their screams in the music.

The Millbrook Sanitarium stood pristine against the autumn sky, its reputation for revolutionary psychiatric treatment drawing patients from across three states. None suspected that the nightly screams weren't from treatment, but from something far more sinister lurking in the basement ward.

The footsteps upstairs always stop at the third floorboard, right above my bed. I've counted seventeen times now. Mom says it's just the house settling, but houses don't wear shoes that scratch against wood at exactly 3:27 AM.

Sarah noticed her reflection in the bathroom mirror wasn't quite right. When she blinked, it stayed still. When she moved, it waited a heartbeat too long. Then one morning, her reflection smiled at her before she did. That's when she knew it wasn't her reflection anymore.

Rule number three: If you see a woman in a white dress standing at the corner of Broadway and Canal Street, don't stop. Even if your meter light turns on automatically. Keep driving and don't look in your rearview mirror until you've crossed three intersections.

During the summer of 1923, Dr. James Harrison observed an unusual case at Blackwood Sanitarium. Patient #247 repeatedly drew the same symbol, while birds fell dead outside her window. By August, all staff members reported hearing whispers in empty corridors.

If you wake up and notice your reflection in the mirror is smiling while you are not, do not blink. Maintain eye contact and slowly back out of the room. Do not speak or acknowledge the entity, for once it hears your voice, it will never let you leave.

The scratching sound started three nights ago. Always at 3 AM, always from inside the walls. I've pressed my ear against the cold plaster, listening, waiting. Tonight, for the first time, I heard it whisper my name.