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Here's three haunted dolls that vanished without trace. N one, the crying doll, appears in photos it wasn't in. Two, the walking bride, moves between rooms at night. Three, the whispering puppet, previous owners found dead clutching their ears. Which one would you keep?

The darkness of the basement was shattered by the sharp crack of breaking glass. A cold draft whispered through the empty corridors, carrying with it the faint echo of footsteps from somewhere above, growing ever closer.

老城墙那边有座废弃的古井，据说是百年前一户富商家的水井。有天夜里，富商全家人莫名消失，只剩井里传出诡异的笑声。现在每到午夜，井边还能听见有人在打水的声音，可井早就干涸了。

The basement door always creaked twice at midnight. Not once, not three times - exactly twice. I noticed this pattern last summer, but never told anyone. Mom would dismiss it, like she dismissed the shadows that moved against the kitchen walls when we were alone.

The basement held their secrets. Blood stains refused to wash away, no matter how hard they scrubbed. Footprints led nowhere, yet everywhere. The camera footage showed everything - their faces, their actions, their guilt. They thought they were careful, but evidence always remains.

The convenience store robbery seemed straightforward, until detectives reviewed the footage. At 11:47 PM, a customer walks in normally, but their reflection in the window shows something else entirely. The cashier never saw it coming.

Welcome to the darkest corners of ancient temples, where shadows whisper centuries-old secrets. Tonight's tale speaks of a mysterious mirror, found deep within abandoned shrine corridors. They say those who gaze into it at midnight never see their reflection again.

In July 1981, police entered an apartment in Milwaukee's west side. What they discovered would shock the nation. Jeffrey Dahmer, a seemingly ordinary chocolate factory worker, had turned his home into a house of horrors. America was about to meet one of its most disturbing serial killers.