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The basement morgue was always cold, but tonight it felt different. Dr. Chen noticed the temperature display showing impossible readings. The body in drawer 13 had been there three days, yet the staff swore they could hear humming coming from inside, getting louder each night.

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.

Every morning, Sarah checks her family photos on the wall. Today, something's different. The pictures show five people, but she only has three children. The extra child appears in every photo, always standing slightly behind the others, smiling too wide. She can't remember taking these.

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

¿Has oído hablar del Faro de Eilean Mor? En 1900, tres fareros desaparecieron sin dejar rastro. La mesa estaba puesta, el reloj detenido, y las sillas volcadas. En su diario, la última entrada mencionaba una terrible tormenta. Pero ese día, el cielo estaba despejado.

Ah, what's this? Another brave soul ventures into our realm of shadows. Listen closely to the whispers of the dead, dear visitor. The portraits on these walls watch your every move, and the spirits... well, they do so love new company. Welcome to your nightmare.

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.

Behold, the darkness creeps closer with every breath you take. The shadows whisper your name, and the creatures of the night await their feast. Step into our realm of eternal torment, where your screams become our symphony.