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Last night at work, I noticed something strange in aisle three. The security mirror showed someone standing there, but when I checked, no one was there. Yet every time I looked back at the mirror, that dark figure was watching. Just standing. Waiting.

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.

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.

In 2003, a school counselor started giving students colored stickers based on their emotional states. Green for stable, yellow for troubled, red for concerning. By semester's end, all red-labeled students had vanished. The counselor's office walls, freshly painted, smelled strangely metallic.

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.

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.

Welcome to your position at Blackwood Hospital's morgue shift. Remember: at 1 AM, don't respond to calls from empty rooms. If the body count doesn't match the log, remain at your desk. And most importantly, if you hear humming from drawer 13, do not, under any circumstances, open it.

The Sterling Prize. Most coveted award at Blackwood Institute. Five candidates. One winner. But tonight. Something changed. The judges' sealed envelope disappeared. In its place, a black card. Three words: "The game ends." No signature. No explanation.