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The Black Dahlia, Los Angeles 1947. Elizabeth Short's mutilated body discovered, bisected and drained of blood. A beautiful aspiring actress turned horrific headline. Police searched, leads went cold, witnesses vanished into shadows. The killer's identity remains a haunting mystery. What secrets died with her?

¿Has escuchado sobre el incidente en el laboratorio de quantum en Tokio? Los científicos crearon un algoritmo que podía predecir el futuro. Funcionó por tres minutos exactos. Luego, todos los datos desaparecieron sin dejar rastro. Nadie sabe qué vio el sistema.

Caros investigadores, hoje vamos mergulhar em um dos casos mais intrigantes já registrados. Um mistério que desafia a lógica e questiona tudo que pensávamos saber. Acompanhem cada detalhe e tirem suas próprias conclusões.

What if the shadows in your home began moving on their own? What if the whispers you hear at night weren't just your imagination? Tonight, we explore the chilling accounts of those who discovered their sanctuary had become something far more sinister. This is Beneath the Tale.

December 24, 2023, while families gathered for Christmas Eve celebrations, a mysterious package arrived at the city morgue. Inside, investigators found evidence linking three cold cases spanning two decades. The timing wasn't coincidental.

El viento susurraba entre los cipreses cuando la medianoche se apoderó del cementerio. Una sombra espectral se deslizó sobre una tumba antigua. —¿Escuchas eso? —murmuró al vacío. —Son los vivos, llorando por nosotros —respondió otra voz desde la oscuridad.

The 911 call came in at 3:15 AM on June 8, 2014, in Springfield, Missouri. Ten-year-old Tommy Mitchell was hiding in his closet, whispering to dispatch that his stepfather had broken in despite the restraining order. His mother Sarah lay unconscious in the kitchen.

The scratching started three days ago. At first, it was just in the walls, barely audible. But tonight, it's different. I can hear it moving across the ceiling, right above my bed. And now... now it's stopped directly overhead.