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I'm glad you've come back to the darkness. Before we dive into tonight's chilling account I want you to check that your door is locked and that you are truly alone right now. This next story isn't a work of fiction, so stay alert as we begin.

Hey guys, before we get into tonight's story, smash that like button and let me know in the comments if something similar has happened to you. So there I was, walking through the empty parking garage at 2 AM, when I noticed footsteps echoing behind me, getting closer with each step.

I had this weird experience last week during sleep paralysis. I could see my room perfectly, but everything was slightly off. The shadows on my wall kept shifting, and my mirror showed reflections that didn't match reality. I tried to move, but my body felt heavy.

The coffee shop window framed him perfectly, like a portrait in motion. His once-wild artist's hands now typed methodically on a sleek laptop, corporate cufflinks glinting in the morning light. Time had transformed the rebel I knew into something altogether more calculated.

A luxury ship sailed into the thick fog and never returned. Months later, it was found drifting, completely empty. No crew, no struggle, no SOS call. The lifeboats remained untouched. To this day, not a single soul has been found. What truly happened in those quiet waters?

December 15, 1983, a small town in Maine. The Henderson family sat down for dinner, but their plates remained untouched. No signs of struggle, no forced entry. Just five empty chairs and a pot of soup, still warm on the stove. Their car was found three days later, covered in frost, 200 miles away.

I carefully replaced my dental records with those of a deceased person. Each night, I filed down my teeth to match the exact measurements. I maintained perfect oral hygiene to avoid leaving DNA traces. The transformation was complete, except for one microscopic detail.

Have you heard about the elevator in that old downtown hotel? People say if you press the buttons in the right order at exactly 3 AM, it takes you to a floor that doesn't exist. The doors open to an endless hallway where footsteps follow you, but nobody's there.