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深夜的老宅院里，一阵阴风吹过，院子里的枯叶沙沙作响。忽然，后院的老井传来诡异的声音，像是有人在低声啜泣。守夜的老王颤抖着举起油灯，慢慢走近井边，却发现井绳正一点点地往上移动。

They found an old mirror in the basement of that abandoned hospital whispers say if you stand before it at 3 AM and light three candles your reflection blinks first then smiles then reaches something's trying to trade places with you but once you switch there's no coming back

The moonlight cast strange shadows through the bare branches. My flashlight died an hour ago, but I wasn't worried until I heard that sound. A low, unnatural whistle that didn't belong in these woods. Even the crickets went silent. My dog's ears perked up, alert.

Welcome to your shift at Darkwood Hospital's morgue. Rule one: never turn off the lights. Rule two: if you hear humming from drawer 13, don't open it. Rule three: at 2 AM, ignore the children's laughter. If the elevator opens empty, don't step inside. Good luck.

老庙后面那片竹林，从来没人敢晚上过。据说日本战争时期，这里埋了不少冤魂。有村民半夜听见竹林里传来哭声，第二天去看，竹叶上全是血迹。更邪门的是，每到阴天，竹林里总飘着一股焦味。

I noticed it first in photographs. Every time I took a selfie, something was off. The shadows behind me didn't match. They moved when they shouldn't. Yesterday, I checked my camera roll. In every picture, the shadows were closer. Tonight, they're at my door.

During the winter of 1985, residents of a small Maine town reported seeing shadowy figures standing motionless in their yards at night. The entities would vanish when approached, leaving only deep footprints in the snow. Despite multiple witnesses, no explanation was ever found.

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.