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Have you heard about the old hospital on Pine Street? They say at midnight, you can hear children laughing in the abandoned pediatric ward. But here's the thing - those giggles don't sound quite human. A nurse who worked there told me the children's ward closed thirty years ago.

سارة كانت راجعة من شغلها متأخر، وفي الطريق حست إن في حد بيمشي وراها. كل ما تلتفت ما تلاقي حد، بس الخطوات ما توقفتش. وصلت عند عمارتها ولما دخلت المصعد، سمعت ضحكة غريبة جنبها، بس كانت لوحدها في المصعد.

El viento susurraba entre los cipreses cuando la medianoche se apoderó del cementerio. Una sombra espectral se deslizó sobre una tumba antigua. —¿Escuchas eso? —murmuró al vacío. —Son los vivos, llorando por nosotros —respondió otra voz desde la oscuridad.

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.

The werewolf, derived from the Old English 'werwulf,' represents a fascinating intersection of human and bestial nature in European folklore. Medieval accounts describe these shapeshifters as victims of curses or hereditary conditions, though interpretations varied significantly across different cultural traditions.

The mirrors started weeping black tears at midnight. Each droplet left trails of corruption, spreading like roots across the glass. When I touched them, my fingers sank through, and something cold grabbed back. They're inviting me in now. Perhaps I should accept.

“Existem histórias que não fazem barulho… Mas gritam dentro da gente. Elas não aparecem nas notícias. Não deixam provas. Só cicatrizes invisíveis, e um frio que ninguém sabe explicar.” Bem-vindo ao Melancolia. Aqui, cada história é um sussurro do que foi perdido. E do que nunca descansou.

Bienvenidos a otra noche de misterio. Hoy les traigo una historia que helará su sangre. Sucedió en una antigua casa colonial, donde los susurros de las paredes guardaban secretos centenarios. Como siempre, los invito a compartir sus experiencias en los comentarios.