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Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sign over my shares in the family business. He said I was too naive to understand. But what he didn't know was that I had already discovered his secret deals. My name is Jake Morrison, and this is how I exposed the truth.

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.

Rule number three: If you see a passenger wearing a red scarf in the rearview mirror, but not through your windshield, continue driving normally. Don't acknowledge them, don't speak to them, and most importantly, don't stop until you cross Canal Street.

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

Sarah was studying in her bedroom when she heard footsteps in the attic above. She froze, remembering she was alone tonight. The footsteps stopped directly over her head, and then she heard a child's giggle. But her little brother had moved away last summer.

Have you heard about the abandoned hospital on Route 16? They say at exactly 3 AM, you can hear children laughing in empty corridors. Security guards quit after seeing a nurse pushing a bloody wheelchair. No cameras work there - they just show static and screaming faces.

Every night at 302 the scratching starts behind my bedroom wall always the same spot always three scratches then silence then three more I tried moving my bed but now it's coming from the ceiling right above my pillow getting louder closer tonight I swear I saw fingers.

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.