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Thomas found a diary under the floorboards, but the ink was still wet. Every page described his current thoughts in his own handwriting, predicting his every move. Hit the like button if you feel watched tonight. Subscribe now, because some stories never truly end until they take you.

They say there's an old violin in a dusty antique shop downtown plays itself at midnight makes music so beautiful it hurts your soul but those who hear it disappear by morning leaving nothing but footprints in dust some say they chose to follow the melody others say something chose them

You're alone in your bathroom, washing your face. As you look up, your reflection doesn't. It stays staring down at the sink, while something moves in the mirror behind you. You can't turn around. You can't look away.

Deep within the pine forests of Oregon, campers recently reported an unsettling sound like a child laughing in the dead of night. No tracks were ever discovered, yet the laughter seemed to follow them for miles. Years later, the woods remain silent, holding secrets that no one dares uncover.

The silence in the hallway felt heavy, but I felt a gaze burning into my back. I turned around quickly, finding only an old, dusty mirror. My reflection was there, yet it didn't move when I did, just stood perfectly still, grinning with teeth far too sharp.

They found an old record player in the basement nobody remembers buying it sits there collecting dust but sometimes at night it plays by itself whispers between the static voices calling your name if you listen close enough you'll hear them promising things but whatever you do don't answer back

Deep within the walls of the abandoned asylum, witnesses claim to hear the desperate cries of patients long forgotten. The air grows heavy with a chilling presence, as if the agony of their final moments remains trapped in time, waiting for an unsuspecting soul to wander too far into the darkness.

In the attic of an old bookshop, where dust motes danced like fallen stars, a peculiar mirror stood forgotten. Sarah noticed her reflection didn't blink when she did, and the books behind her showed different titles in the glass.