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I never meant to find that box in my grandmother's attic. It was just sitting there, covered in dust, with my name scratched into the lid. Inside were dozens of photos of me sleeping - all taken through my bedroom window. That's when I realized why she always insisted I keep my curtains open.

¿Has oído hablar de La Sombra? El sicario fantasma del norte. Nadie conoce su rostro, nadie sabe su nombre real. Dicen que ha ejecutado a cincuenta hombres sin dejar rastro. Aparece y desaparece como el viento. Los carteles lo buscan, pero él elige sus objetivos.

Im Winter 1983 verschwanden in einem kleinen Dorf drei Kinder. Zeugen berichteten von einer schwarzen Gestalt am Waldrand. Sie stand regungslos, auch bei Schnee und Eis. Wenn man näher kam, drehte sie nur langsam den Kopf. Die Fußspuren im Schnee führten nirgendwohin.

Watch this woman walking alone at night. She thought everything was normal. But then she heard footsteps behind her. What happened next will shock you. But wait, if you love your family, hit like now and comment "SAFE" below. Instant protection will come your way tomorrow.

In the dark streets of Tokyo, there lives a woman who never shows her face. They say if you hear humming at midnight, don't look back. She's the Kuchisake-onna, the slit-mouthed woman. She'll ask if you think she's beautiful, but whatever you answer, you'll never make it home.

They were about to leave their camping site when they heard strange whispers coming from the woods. And that's when they noticed something moving between the trees. So they grabbed their phones to record, and what they captured next was absolutely terrifying. Watch this.

Los Angeles, January 26, 2013. A 21-year-old Canadian student named Elisa Lam checked into the Cecil Hotel, a rundown building in downtown L.A. with a dark past. It had been home to suicides, murders, and serial killers. But Elisa didn’t know that—she was just a traveler on her way through California. She called her family daily. But on January 31, she stopped. No calls. No messages. She was gone. ⸻

The old Thompson house stood abandoned at the end of Maple Street. Local children whispered about strange lights in its dusty windows at midnight. Yesterday, Tommy Jenkins swore he heard piano music drifting from inside, though the house hadn't seen a piano in decades.