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And there it was, suspended in the void. The third marker, a beacon of some forgotten civilization. Our instruments detected patterns, rhythms in its surface. Not random. Not natural. A message waiting millennia to be found.

Si escuchas tres golpes en tu ventana a medianoche, no respondas. No es el viento, no son las ramas. Paso 1: No mires hacia la ventana. Paso 2: No hables. Paso 3: No te muevas. Lo que está afuera está contando tus respiraciones.

I never believed in ghosts until last summer. My brother Michael and I were alone in our grandparents' old house when we heard footsteps upstairs. What happened next changed my perspective on the supernatural forever. The door slowly opened, but nobody was there.

Last night, I was checking my security cameras before bed, around midnight. Everything seemed normal until I noticed movement in the backyard footage from two hours earlier. There was something strange about the way the garden lights were flickering, and then I saw it.

El horizonte parece curvarse de forma antinatural cuando te acercas al polo norte. Si los cálculos son correctos, existe una puerta dimensional oculta entre el hielo. Aprovechar esta energía nos daría el control total sobre las leyes de la física moderna.

Ever wonder what lies beneath the old asylum? Last month, someone found a hidden tunnel network. Through rusted gates and crumbling corridors, they discovered patient records from the 1940s. The entrance was unmarked, forgotten by time. But the secrets remained, waiting to be found.

One night, a young boy heard strange footsteps upstairs while playing in his room. His parents were sleeping, but he noticed their bedroom door was open. Walking up to check, he found their beds empty. Then, from behind him, came a whisper: "Don't turn around."

They bought their daughter a new doll from an antique shop. Every morning, it was in a different position. When they finally reviewed the security footage, they saw it walking at midnight, leaving tiny footprints in the dust. The doll disappeared the next day.