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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.

Welcome to your position as overnight security at Blackwood Mental Asylum. Rule number one: Never respond to voices calling your name after 2 AM. Rule number two: The patients in Ward C were counted at lockdown. If you count more, do not open the door.

In July 1981, police entered an apartment in Milwaukee's west side. What they discovered would shock the nation. Jeffrey Dahmer, a seemingly ordinary chocolate factory worker, had turned his home into a house of horrors. America was about to meet one of its most disturbing serial killers.

Sarah found an old mirror at a yard sale. That night, her reflection blinked when she didn't. Each evening, her reflection moved slightly before she did. On the seventh night, her reflection smiled and walked away. Sarah hasn't been seen since.

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.

Let me tell you about the mirror in my grandmother's house. It's been there for decades, perfectly normal during the day. But sometimes, at exactly 3:17 AM, the reflection shows a room that doesn't exist. Small pause. I've checked. Every wall. Every corner. That room isn't there.

The basement door always creaked twice at midnight. Not once, not three times - exactly twice. I noticed this pattern last summer, but never told anyone. Mom would dismiss it, like she dismissed the shadows that moved against the kitchen walls when we were alone.

I heard scratching coming from the basement. Sarah insisted we investigate, but I knew better. The light switch didn't work, of course. We stood at the top of the stairs, our phone flashlights barely penetrating the darkness below. Something moved in the shadows.