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In the quiet of her bedroom, Sarah stares at her phone screen, watching as strange glitches appear and disappear. Her brother knocks on the door, apologizing for their earlier argument, but she notices something odd about his voice. Something isn't quite right.

Choose your fate: Room A contains an endless library where books float in mid-air. You can read forever, but every third hour, the letters crawl off the pages and form shapes. Room B is a cozy bedroom, but the mirror shows someone else's reflection watching you sleep.

One night, a young boy heard strange footsteps upstairs while playing in his room. His parents were sleeping, but he noticed their bedroom door was open. Walking up to check, he found their beds empty. Then, from behind him, came a whisper: "Don't turn around."

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They say if you hear three knocks at midnight, never answer the door. You see, ancient spirits would mimic the sound of visitors, and those who opened their doors would find their shadows stolen. The third knock, they say, is when the spirit enters your home.

Have you heard about the abandoned hospital's elevator? Security guards report it moves between floors at exactly 3 AM, but nobody's inside. When they check the cameras, they see a nurse in white, pressing buttons. But here's the thing - that elevator hasn't worked in 15 years.

The rain taps against my window, each drop a whisper of secrets. Most people would call it just another stormy evening, but something feels different tonight. There's a story in the wind, waiting to unfold, and I'm the only one awake to hear it.

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.