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3 ways to escape the shadow figure. One, if you hear footsteps behind you, don't look back or it will get closer. Two, keep walking at a steady pace. Three, when you reach a lit area, only then should you turn around. Remember, panic is your enemy.

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 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.

Welcome to your shift at Oakwood Hospital's morgue. Remember: at 1:15 AM, don't respond if someone calls your name. At 2:30 AM, ignore any crying from drawer thirteen. If the lights flicker three times, close your eyes immediately. They're watching to see if you peek.

The Millbrook Sanitarium stood pristine against the autumn sky, its reputation for revolutionary psychiatric treatment drawing patients from across three states. None suspected that the nightly screams weren't from treatment, but from something far more sinister lurking in the basement ward.

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.

Rule number three: If you see a woman in a white dress standing at the corner of Broadway and Canal Street, don't stop. Even if your meter light turns on automatically. Keep driving and don't look in your rearview mirror until you've crossed three intersections.

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.