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In 1967, Sarah bought an antique mirror at a local estate sale. That night, she noticed her reflection would move seconds after she did. Within weeks, she started hearing whispers from the mirror at midnight. Her husband tried removing it, but it always returned to the wall by morning.

Tonight’s tale is particularly chilling, so I suggest you settle in and lock your doors. Have you ever felt like you were being watched while by yourself? Just remember, the accounts you are about to listen to are based on actual events. Let’s begin.

The Millbrook Sanitarium stood pristine against the autumn sky, its reputation for revolutionary psychiatric treatment drawing patients from across three states. None suspected that the nightly screams weren't from treatment, but from something far more sinister lurking in the basement ward.

Following the initial discovery, a secondary search of the basement unearthed a collection of jars containing preserved human tissue. These specimens were meticulously labeled with dates predating the first victim's disappearance. It became increasingly clear that the perpetrator had been observing the victims for months before finally striking.

The footsteps upstairs always stop at the third floorboard, right above my bed. I've counted seventeen times now. Mom says it's just the house settling, but houses don't wear shoes that scratch against wood at exactly 3:27 AM.

You're alone in your bathroom, washing your face. As you look up, your reflection doesn't. It stays staring down at the sink, while something moves in the mirror behind you. You can't turn around. You can't look away.

Welcome to your shift at Darkwood Hospital's morgue. Rule one: never turn off the lights. Rule two: if you hear humming from drawer 13, don't open it. Rule three: at 2 AM, ignore the children's laughter. If the elevator opens empty, don't step inside. Good luck.

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.