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Have you heard about the abandoned hospital's elevator? Security guards report it moves between floors at exactly 3 AM, but nobody's inside. When they check the cameras, they see a nurse in white, pressing buttons. But here's the thing - that elevator hasn't worked in 15 years.

Choose your fate: Room A contains an endless library where books float in mid-air. You can read forever, but every third hour, the letters crawl off the pages and form shapes. Room B is a cozy bedroom, but the mirror shows someone else's reflection watching you sleep.

I carefully replaced my dental records with those of a deceased person. Each night, I filed my teeth to match the exact patterns. I maintained strict documentation of every modification, ensuring no trace of my original dental structure remained. The transformation was meticulous, yet one small cavity could expose everything.

Spotted an odd convenience store downtown that's been "open" for months. The lights are always on, shelves fully stocked, but no customers ever enter or leave. The security cameras seem to face the products rather than the entrance. Something's not right about this place.

The silence in the elevator was deafening after that incident. I could feel her eyes on me, probably picturing that embarrassing card again. I muttered something about a deadline and practically bolted when the doors opened, certain that my professional reputation was officially in ruins forever.

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sell my shares in grandpa's company. He offered $5 million cash. When I refused, he threatened legal action. Little did he know, I had already transferred everything to an offshore trust. Some people never learn.

They say if you hear three knocks at midnight, never answer the door. You see, ancient spirits would mimic the sound of visitors, and those who opened their doors would find their shadows stolen. The third knock, they say, is when the spirit enters your home.

Shadows dance across brick walls as the vehicle glides past midnight storefronts. Nobody knows where it comes from, this phantom bus with its flickering lights. Sometimes you hear whispers from inside, voices that shouldn't be there, echoing through the empty night.