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I'm hiding in the shadows, watching you walk by. Can you hear my giggles? I'm getting closer now. Why are you running away? Don't you want to play with me? I'll follow you home tonight.

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.

Don't take the night bus that stops at Miller Street at 3 AM. The driver has hollow eyes and never blinks. People who board that bus are never seen again. Last week, I watched it disappear into thin air, passengers still inside. Just take a taxi instead.

Im Winter 1983 verschwanden in einem kleinen Dorf drei Kinder. Zeugen berichteten von einer schwarzen Gestalt am Waldrand. Sie stand regungslos, auch bei Schnee und Eis. Wenn man näher kam, drehte sie nur langsam den Kopf. Die Fußspuren im Schnee führten nirgendwohin.

The autumn leaves change colors gradually, starting with bright yellow, then orange, and finally deep red. Each morning, we can collect four different types of leaves from the garden path, press them between paper sheets, and create beautiful decorations for the dining room.

Los Angeles, January 26, 2013. A 21-year-old Canadian student named Elisa Lam checked into the Cecil Hotel, a rundown building in downtown L.A. with a dark past. It had been home to suicides, murders, and serial killers. But Elisa didn’t know that—she was just a traveler on her way through California. She called her family daily. But on January 31, she stopped. No calls. No messages. She was gone. ⸻

Lava is pouring into the water. I'm fucked.

Welcome back, listeners. Tonight's story comes from the endless highways of Route 66, where darkness meets solitude. Before we begin, remember to follow for more haunting tales. Let me share with you the strange encounter of trucker Dave Matthews, on a moonless winter night.