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During the summer of 1923, Dr. James Harrison observed an unusual case at Blackwood Sanitarium. Patient #247 repeatedly drew the same symbol, while birds fell dead outside her window. By August, all staff members reported hearing whispers in empty corridors.

The moonlight cast strange shadows through the bare branches. My flashlight died an hour ago, but I wasn't worried until I heard that sound. A low, unnatural whistle that didn't belong in these woods. Even the crickets went silent. My dog's ears perked up, alert.

Before we begin, remember to subscribe to the Ghastly Journal and enable notifications. Tonight's story takes us to the quiet coastal town of Cedar Bay, where in 1992, the mysterious disappearance of three lighthouse keepers would spark decades of terrifying speculation and unexplained phenomena.

Here's three haunted dolls that vanished without trace. N one, the crying doll, appears in photos it wasn't in. Two, the walking bride, moves between rooms at night. Three, the whispering puppet, previous owners found dead clutching their ears. Which one would you keep?

Welcome to your position at Blackwood Hospital's morgue shift. Remember: at 1 AM, don't respond to calls from empty rooms. If the body count doesn't match the log, remain at your desk. And most importantly, if you hear humming from drawer 13, do not, under any circumstances, open it.

During the winter of 1985, residents of a small Maine town reported seeing shadowy figures standing motionless in their yards at night. The entities would vanish when approached, leaving only deep footprints in the snow. Despite multiple witnesses, no explanation was ever found.

Back in 2020, I was assigned to supervise a construction project in a remote area. After searching through several options, I found a small apartment just fifteen minutes from the site. The location was perfect, though the building itself needed some minor repairs.

They say there's an old violin in New Orleans that plays itself at midnight notes dripping like blood through empty streets anyone who tries to take it home vanishes leaving only black fingerprints on strings and whispers that echo for days some say you can still hear their screams in the music.