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The shelter walls pressed in like a coffin, each breath tasting of mold and regret. His stomach hadn't known food in three days, but hunger was an old friend now. The mirror showed a ghost - hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, shoulders bent by invisible weights. Nobody asked why anymore.

The old house creaked in the darkness, its shadows dancing across Sarah's bedroom walls. Outside, branches scratched against her window like skeletal fingers, and somewhere in the distance, a dog's howl pierced the night. She knew something wasn't right in the basement below.

I should have known better when I saw the crumpled note on my windshield. "We've been watching. Your dreams can come true. Just text this number." My fingers were already typing before my brain could scream stop. I needed this chance, whatever it was.

Sub-report 247B: Humans display unprecedented behavioral patterns when exposed to what they term "cats." These small predators have somehow achieved dominant social status while contributing minimal productive output. Most peculiar. Requesting extended observation period for further analysis. - Research Monitor Xylph

In 1975, Sarah Miller opened a charming flower shop in Boston. Her arrangements were stunning, and customers loved her creative touch. But when people started noticing all her best flowers grew in the local cemetery, they discovered her midnight gardening wasn't exactly legal.

Today, we're going to step into the crowded streets of Victorian London, where cholera ravaged the population. Through the eyes of those who lived it, breathed it, feared it, we'll witness how this deadly disease transformed a city forever.

The medal lay tarnished in the pawn shop window. Worth nothing now, the owner said. But every morning, an old man in a faded uniform would stand there, staring at it, remembering things nobody else could see.