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December 5, 1945. Five Navy bombers, Flight 19, departed from Fort Lauderdale on a routine training mission. Fourteen experienced airmen, clear weather, calm seas. At 3:30 PM, their compass readings suddenly went haywire. Then, radio contact ceased. They were never seen again.

They say there's an old violin in a dusty antique shop downtown plays itself at midnight makes music so beautiful it hurts your soul but those who hear it disappear by morning leaving nothing but footprints in dust some say they chose to follow the melody others say something chose them

Back in 2020, I was assigned to supervise a construction project in a remote area. After searching through several options, I found a small apartment just fifteen minutes from the site. The location was perfect, though the building itself needed some minor repairs.

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.

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.

Late one night, you hear a whisper coming from your closet, calling your name. You live alone and your doors are double-locked. As you slowly reach for the handle, you realize the voice isn't coming from inside the closet, but from right behind you.

The abandoned hospital looms against the twilight sky. Empty corridors echo with memories of rushing nurses and urgent whispers. Through broken windows, moonlight catches scattered medical charts, nature slowly reclaiming what humanity left behind. Every footstep tells a story of lives touched, lives lost.

I should have known better when I saw the crumpled note on my windshield. "We've been watching. Your dreams can come true. Just text this number." My fingers were already typing before my brain could scream stop. I needed this chance, whatever it was.