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The man walks into an empty mall at midnight, everything seems normal until he hears footsteps behind him but sees nobody there. Suddenly all the store lights start flickering, then go completely dark. The temperature drops rapidly, and strange whispers echo through the halls.

Have you heard about the girl who kept getting notifications from her own number? She'd delete them immediately, until one day she opened one. It showed a photo of herself sleeping, taken that morning. But she lives alone. Always has.

Let me tell you about the Midnight Game. In 1987, three teenagers followed an ancient ritual at exactly 12 AM. They found bloody handprints on their mirrors, heard children laughing in empty rooms. Two survived. The third was found smiling, eyes blank, still whispering "it's here."

I found my friend's medication hidden away, locked in her husband's drawer, while she was getting sicker each day, losing herself, and he kept saying she was just being dramatic. their friends all laughed it off, said she's always been emotional, but I saw the prescriptions, saw the dates, saw the truth.

Mark Stevens thought his pet python Luna was different. For three years, she would curl around his neck while he watched TV, gentle as a kitten. That was until one night, when Mark fell asleep on the couch. Luna began measuring her owner.

I never meant to find that box in my grandmother's attic. It was just sitting there, covered in dust, with my name scratched into the lid. Inside were dozens of photos of me sleeping - all taken through my bedroom window. That's when I realized why she always insisted I keep my curtains open.

Tonight's shift started like any other at County General. The clock struck midnight, and the usual silence settled in. Making my rounds through the empty pediatric ward, I noticed something odd about Room 302. The door was open, but I distinctly remembered closing it earlier.

There's something unsettling about the way the shadows move across my backyard at dusk. I've lived here for three years now, but lately I've noticed strange patterns in the tree line that borders my property. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but something feels different.