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The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.

Let me tell you about the Walker House incident of 1986. A family heard footsteps in their attic every night at 3 AM. When they investigated, they found wet, glowing footprints leading to nowhere. The prints weren't human - they had six toes and seemed to burn the wood beneath.

The shadows stretch wide, wide across the gray world. We fade as the silence takes hold, cold and heavy. It pulls us down, deep into the quiet. The mist returns, drifting, always drifting, until the dark covers everything we once knew.

Footsteps echoing through abandoned hallways, shadows dancing on concrete walls. Nobody comes here anymore, not since the whispers started. Security cameras catch glimpses of movement when the building should be empty, figures appearing and vanishing between frames.

Back in 1947, on the Miller farm in Western Ohio, they had this old wooden rocking chair on their front porch. Every night at exactly 3:15 AM, the family would hear it creaking, but whenever they checked, no one was there. The chair would still be warm.

Death follows us like a shadow. Some fight it. Others embrace it. I am neither. I am the blade that decides. Your purpose ends when mine begins. Remember that when you face me. Your life is just a moment in fate's design.

The coffee had grown cold, forgotten like so many things in this cramped apartment. Through the window, the city lights flickered like dying stars, each one holding someone else's story. He wondered if they too sat awake at 3 AM, haunted by the words they never said.