Adult True horror Stories For Sleep / Relax With Rain Sound | Black Screen | Vol. 4

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hello everyone and welcome back to the crypted stories I know many of you use these videos to fall asleep So before
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you drift off it would be a fun idea to leave a comment letting me know that where are you watching from around the
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world Now adjust your volume and relax yourself to start our terrifying tale
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Story one I remember the night I took the photograph that would alter my perception of the universe forever It
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was a clear autumn evening and I had been lying on my back in the deserted field gazing up at the stars feeling the
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earth rotate beneath me The sky was a deep shade of indigo and the stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across
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the fabric of the universe I had brought my camera with me and I decided to take
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a photograph of the night sky hoping to capture the beauty of the celestial landscape I adjusted the settings on my
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camera and then I pressed the shutter release button feeling the mechanism click into place as the image was
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recorded onto the digital sensor As I reviewed the photograph on the camera's display screen I felt a shiver run down
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my spine At first I thought it was the cool autumn air that was causing my skin to prickle But as I looked closer at the
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image I realized that it was something much more sinister The stars in the photograph appeared to be staring back
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at me their twinkling lights forming a pattern that seemed to be watching me with an unblinking gaze I felt a wave of
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fear wash over me as I wondered if I was truly alone in the universe I examined
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the photograph more closely searching for any evidence of a glitch or a defect in the camera's sensor But the image
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appeared to be perfectly normal except for the unsettling feeling that I was being observed by some unseen presence I
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could not shake the feeling of being watched as I walked back to my house The camera still clutched in my hand I felt
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as though the stars in the photograph were following me their gaze burning into my skin like a cold cosmic fire I
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quickened my pace feeling a sense of urgency growing inside me as if I needed to escape the watchful eyes of the
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universe When I finally reached my house I locked the door behind me and sat down at my computer uploading the photograph
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to the screen The image seemed even more ominous on the larger display and I could feel my heart racing as I stared
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into the abyss of the night sky As the days passed I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with the
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photograph pouring over every detail searching for any explanation for the strange watching presence that seemed to
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emanate from the stars I spent hours researching the constellations hoping to
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find some clue as to what I was seeing but every lead ended in disappointment I began to feel like I was losing my grip
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on reality as if the photograph had unlocked a door in my mind that I could not close I would lie awake at night
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feeling the weight of the universe's gaze upon me and I would wonder if I was truly alone in the darkness The
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photograph had become an all-consuming presence in my life a constant reminder that I was being watched by some unseen
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malevolent force that lurked just beyond the edge of perception I am sitting here
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now staring at the photograph on my computer screen feeling the same sense of dread that I felt on that autumn
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night when I first took the picture The stars seem to be watching me still their twinkle a cold calculating gaze that
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freezes my blood I am not sure what the future holds or what the photograph truly means But I am certain that I will
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never be able to look at the night sky in the same way again The universe has revealed to me a hint of its true nature
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and I am left to ponder the horror that lies just beyond the reach of my small mortal mind The photograph has become a
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window into a realm of madness and terror a realm that I am powerless to escape and I am left to wonder if I will
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ever be able to find my way back to the safety of my own sanity Story two I
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remember the day my daughter Emma came to me with a picture she had drawn in her class at school The smell of fresh
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crayons and pencil shavings clinging to the paper as she held it up for me to see The image depicted a monster its
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body a twisted mass of black crayon with glowing red eyes that seemed to stare directly into my soul What caught my
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attention however was not the monster itself but the fact that it was drawn in a position that seemed eerily familiar
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under a bed with a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the bed skirt My daughter told me that she had drawn the
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picture because she was scared of the monster that lived under her bed And I reassured her that it was just a product
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of her vivid imagination As I looked at the picture I could not help but feel a sense of unease the skin on the back of
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my neck prickling with a faint sensation of dread I tried to brush it off as mere
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parental anxiety but the image lingered in my mind refusing to be dismissed It
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was not until the police arrived at our doorstep a few days later that I realized the true horror of the
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situation They were responding to a call about a body that had been discovered in a house a few blocks away from ours And
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as they began to describe the scene my heart sank The body was found in the exact position that my daughter had
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drawn under a bed with a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the bed skirt I was shocked and confused my mind
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racing with questions and fears How could my daughter have known about the body Was it just a coincidence Or was
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something more sinister at play I tried to push the thoughts aside telling myself that it was just a strange and
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unfortunate event But the image of the monster under the bed lingered in my mind refusing to be forgotten As the
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days passed I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with the picture My thoughts consumed by the possibility
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that my daughter had somehow intuited the presence of the body I began to wonder if she was seeing things that I
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could not If her imagination was tapping into some dark and malevolent force that
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lurked just beneath the surface of our reality As I watched my daughter I noticed that she seemed to be acting
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strangely her behavior becoming more and more erratic She would stare at the wall her eyes fixed on some point that I
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could not see and she would whisper to herself in a voice that was barely audible I tried to talk to her to ask
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her what was wrong but she just shook her head and told me that she was scared I was scared too my fear growing with
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each passing day I did not know what was happening or what my daughter was seeing
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but I knew that I had to protect her I began to feel like I was losing my grip on reality The world around me becoming
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increasingly distorted and surreal The nights were the worst the darkness seeming to press in on us from all sides
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I would lie awake listening to the creeks and groans of the house My mind racing with thoughts of the monster
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under the bed I knew it was just a product of my daughter's imagination But the image lingered in my mind refusing
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to be dismissed And then one night I heard a noise It was a low scratching
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sound coming from beneath my daughter's bed I froze my heart pounding in my
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chest as I realized that I was not alone in the room The scratching grew louder
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more insistent and I knew that I had to act I slowly got out of bed my eyes
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fixed on the bed skirt as I approached the source of the sound As I looked under the bed I saw something that made
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my blood run cold It was a piece of paper torn from a notebook with a
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message scrolled on it in red crayon The message read "I am always here." I felt
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a wave of terror wash over me As I realized that the monster under the bed was not just a product of my daughter's
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imagination It was real and it was watching us waiting for us I knew that I
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had to get my daughter out of there to protect her from the darkness that lurked beneath our reality But as I
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turned to leave I saw something that made my heart skip a beat My daughter was standing in the doorway her eyes
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fixed on me with a look of unspeakable horror And then she whispered a single word "Daddy." Story three I remember the
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day I downloaded the meditation app with absolute clarity For it was the day my life took a drastic turn into the realm
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of the unsettling I had been experiencing a great deal of stress and anxiety And a friend of mine had
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recommended that I try meditation as a means of calming my mind and relaxing my body I was skeptical at first but I was
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willing to try anything that might bring me some measure of peace I searched for meditation apps on my phone and came
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across one that was highly rated and seemed to offer exactly what I was looking for The app was called Serenity
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and it promised to guide me through various meditation exercises each one designed to help me achieve a deeper
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state of relaxation and inner calm At first the app seemed to be working wonderfully I would sit comfortably in
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my chair close my eyes and follow the soothing voice that guided me through the meditation exercises I felt my mind
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and body begin to relax and I was able to focus on the present moment without any distractions However it was not long
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before I started to notice something strange Every time I closed my eyes I would see a figure moving closer to me
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At first the figure was barely visible and I thought it might just be my imagination playing tricks on me But as
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the days went by the figure became more and more defined and I could sense its presence Even when my eyes were open I
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tried to brush it off as a side effect of the meditation But I could not shake the feeling that something was terribly
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wrong The figure seemed to be watching me waiting for me to let my guard down so that it could pounce I started to
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feel a sense of dread every time I closed my eyes and I found myself avoiding the meditation exercises
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altogether But the figure would not leave me alone It would appear to me in my dreams its presence haunting me even
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when I was asleep I would wake up in the middle of the night my heart racing with the feeling that the figure was standing
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right next to me As the days turned into weeks I became increasingly obsessed with the figure I could not understand
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what it was or why it was haunting me I tried to research the app and its developers but I could not find any
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information that would explain what was happening to me I felt like I was losing my mind and I did not know how to make
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it stop The figure was always there lurking just out of sight waiting for me
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to close my eyes so that it could move closer I started to feel like I was trapped in a neverending nightmare and I
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did not know how to wake up I have tried everything to get rid of the figure I have deleted the app changed my phone
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and even moved to a new house But the figure is still there always watching me
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always waiting for me to let my guard down I'm starting to feel like I am living in a state of constant terror And
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I do not know how much longer I can keep this up The figure is slowly driving me mad and I'm not sure if I will ever be
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able to escape its grasp Every time I close my eyes I see it moving closer Its presence filling me
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with a sense of dread and fear I am trapped in a living hell and I do not know how to escape As I sit here writing
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these words I can feel the figure's presence all around me It is watching me
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waiting for me to make a mistake so that it can pounce I'm trying to stay calm but it is getting harder and harder The
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figure is moving closer and I can sense its breath on the back of my neck I am
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paralyzed with fear unable to move or escape The figure is going to consume me
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and I am not sure if I will ever be able to escape its grasp The last thing I remember is the feeling of the figure's
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cold breath on my skin and then everything goes black Story four I
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remember the day I moved into the lighthouse the salty air filling my lungs as I climbed the winding staircase
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The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below echoing through the tower It was a deliberate choice My
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decision to live in this isolated place surrounded by nothing but the endless blue sea and the cries of seagulls I had
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been seeking solitude a refuge from the constant den of human interaction and
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the lighthouse seemed like the perfect sanctuary I had been drawn to its rugged beauty the way the sunlight danced
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through the lantern room casting an otherworldly glow over the landscape As the days passed I settled into a routine
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My mornings spent exploring the rocky coastline My afternoons lost in the pages of a book and my evening spent
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watching the sunset over the water But it was the nights that began to unsettle me the darkness seeming to press in on
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me from all sides That was when I first noticed it The faint glow of the beacon
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cutting through the blackness casting an eerie light over the waves At first I
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thought it was just my imagination a trick of the light But as the nights wore on I realized that someone or
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something was lighting the beacon I am certain that I live here alone that there is no one else in the lighthouse
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And yet every night the light flickers to life casting a golden glow over the
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sea The uncertainty is eroding my sense of reality leaving me feeling disconnected and lost I find myself
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questioning my own perceptions wondering if I am truly alone in the lighthouse I have searched every room every nook and
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cranny but there is no sign of anyone else And yet the light continues to shine a constant reminder that I am not
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as isolated as I thought I am beginning to feel a sense of dread a creeping fear
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that is seeping into my bones It is as if I am waiting for something though I do not know what My senses heightened my
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nerves stretched taut As the nights wear on I am becoming increasingly obsessed
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with the light My every waking moment consumed by thoughts of it I am trying to uncover the truth to understand who
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or what is behind the mysterious glow I have scoured the lighthouse searching for any clue any hint of what is
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happening But there is nothing only the faint scent of oil and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks I am
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starting to feel like I am losing my mind The isolation and the uncertainty combining to create a sense of
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disorientation I am no longer sure what is real and what is not The lines between reality and madness becoming
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increasingly blurred It is on one of these nights as I am standing in the lantern room staring out at the light
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that I see it A figure standing on the edge of the rocks looking up at the lighthouse My heart is racing my senses
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on high alert As I strain to see more clearly but as I look again the figure is gone vanished into the darkness I am
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left feeling shaken my mind reeling with questions Who was it What did they want
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And why did they disappear so quickly The uncertainty is suffocating me leaving me feeling trapped and alone As
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the days pass I am becoming increasingly unhinged My grip on reality tenuous at
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best I am starting to see things hear things my senses playing tricks on me I
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am no longer sure what is real and what is not The world around me becoming distorted and surreal And then one night
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I see the figure again standing in the lantern room looking out at the sea But
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this time it is not just a figure It is me or at least a version of me I am
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staring at myself my eyes locked on my own face my mind reeling with the
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implications It is then that I realize the horrifying truth that I am not alone
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in the lighthouse that I have been living with myself all along The thought is too much to bear and I am consumed by
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a sense of madness The world around me descending into chaos Story five I am
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standing in the foyer of a house that is unfamiliar to me Yet I have the uncanny feeling that I have been here before The
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chandelier above me is swaying gently casting eerie shadows on the walls and I
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can smell the scent of old books and decay wafting through the air It is as if I have stepped into a memory one that
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is not my own but feels intensely personal I am trying to recall how I arrived at this place but my mind is a
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complete blank All I am aware of is that I have been having the most vivid dreams of late Dreams that are becoming
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increasingly difficult to distinguish from reality As I move deeper into the house I am struck by the sense of
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recognition that permeates every room I know the creaky floorboards beneath my feet the musty smell of the attic and
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the way the sunlight streams through the windows casting an otherworldly glow over everything It is as if I have lived
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in this house before but I am certain that I have never set foot in it until now I am beginning to feel a sense of
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disorientation as if my sense of identity is slowly unraveling I am questioning my own memories wondering if
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they are truly mine or if they are merely a product of my fevered imagination I have been experiencing
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these dreams for what feels like an eternity and they are becoming more and more real with each passing night In my
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dreams I am a child growing up in this very house surrounded by a family that
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is not my own I am playing with siblings I have never met laughing and crying
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with them and feeling a sense of joy and belonging that I have never known in my waking life But when I wake up the
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memories of those dreams linger refusing to be shaken off They are becoming a part of me seeping into my consciousness
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like a slowm moving poison I am starting to feel as though I am living two separate lives One in the waking world
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and another in the world of my dreams As I explore the house further I am coming
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across objects and artifacts that are familiar to me Yet I have no idea how I know them There is a music box in the
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living room that plays a haunting melody one that I have heard before but cannot quite place There is a portrait on the
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wall of a woman who looks uncannily like me Yet I am certain that I have never seen her before I am starting to feel a
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sense of unease as if I am uncovering secrets that were meant to remain hidden I am wondering if I am losing my grip on
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reality or if there is something more sinister at play I have found a diary hidden away in the attic belonging to a
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girl who lived in this house many years ago As I read through the pages I am struck by the similarities between her
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life and my own dreams She writes of a childhood filled with laughter and tears of a family that loved her and of a
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house that was her sanctuary But as I read on the entries become increasingly dark and disturbing She writes of a
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presence in the house one that watches her and waits for her I am feeling a sense of dread as I read the words
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knowing that I am not alone in this house and that something is waiting for me too I am trying to make sense of it
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all to piece together the fragments of my dreams and the memories that are not my own I am wondering if I am the
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product of some kind of twisted experiment or if I am simply losing my mind But as I stand in this house
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surrounded by the echoes of a life I never lived I am aware of one thing I am not alone and I am not who I thought I
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was The realization is creeping over me like a cold dark shadow and I'm not sure
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if I will ever be able to escape its grasp I am trapped in a world of memories that are not my own And I am
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not sure if I will ever find my way back to reality Story six I am sitting in my
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small apartment surrounded by the familiar comforts of my favorite books and the faint scent of old coffee when I
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notice that my telephone is flashing indicating that I have received a voicemail message At first I think that
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it is a message from my friend Emily who is supposed to call me to discuss our plans for the upcoming weekend But as I
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pick up the telephone and dial the code to retrieve my messages I am surprised to hear my own voice on the other end of
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the line It is a sound that is unmistakably mine Yet it is distorted
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filled with a sense of desperation and terror that I have never heard before My voice is screaming the words
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indecipherable and it sends a chill down my spine as I realize that the timestamp on the message is 10 minutes in the
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future As I stand there frozen in shock my mind is racing with questions and
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doubts How is it possible for me to have left a voicemail message of myself screaming when I am standing right here
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unharmed and unaware of any impending danger I try to replay the message again
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hoping that I will be able to make out what I am saying But the words are still indistinct and all I can hear is the
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sound of my own voice filled with fear and panic I look around my apartment wondering if someone is playing a trick
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on me But I am alone and the silence is oppressive punctuated only by the sound
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of my own ragged breathing I am trying to calm myself down telling myself that it must be some kind of prank or a
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glitch in the telephone system but I am unable to shake off the feeling of unease that has settled in the pit of my
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stomach I decide to wait for the 10 minutes to pass to see if anything will happen And as I sit down on the couch my
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eyes fixed on the clock I am filled with a sense of trepidation The minutes tick
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by slowly each one feeling like an eternity and I am on edge My senses
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heightened waiting for something to happen And then as the clock strikes the exact time that is listed on the
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voicemail message I am suddenly overcome with a sense of dread as if I am staring
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into the abyss And I am screaming the sound of my own voice echoing through my apartment a sound that is identical to
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the one I heard on the voicemail message As I sit there trying to catch my breath
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I am filled with a sense of confusion and disorientation What just happened Was it some kind of
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premonition or was I simply reacting to the sound of my own voice On the voicemail message I'm trying to make
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sense of it all but my mind is a jumble of thoughts and emotions and I am unable to think clearly And then as I look
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around my apartment I notice something that makes my blood run cold On the table in front of me there is a piece of
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paper with a message scrolled on it in my own handwriting It is a message that I do not remember writing and it reads
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"I am not who you think I am." I am staring at the message trying to understand what it means When I am
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suddenly flooded with memories and images all of them fragmented and disjointed I see myself as a child
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playing in a field but the image is distorted as if it is being reflected in a funhouse mirror I see myself as an
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adult walking down a street but the faces of the people around me are blurred and indistinct And I see myself
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screaming the sound of my own voice echoing through my mind a sound that is identical to the one I heard on the
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voicemail message I am trying to make sense of it all but my mind is reeling and I am filled with a sense of
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disorientation and confusion As I sit there trying to piece together the fragments of my memories I am suddenly
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aware of a presence in the room with me It is a presence that I cannot see but I
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can feel it A cold and malevolent force that is watching me waiting for me to uncover the truth I am trying to stand
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up to face whatever is in the room with me But my legs are like lead and I am unable to move And then as I look down
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at the piece of paper in front of me I see that the message has changed It now reads "You are not who you think you
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are." I am staring at the message trying to understand what it means When
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everything goes black and I am lost in a sea of darkness and confusion Story
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seven I remember the day I adopted the rescue dog as if it were yesterday The
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sunlight that filtered through the shelter's windows highlighted the desperation in the eyes of the animals
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that were confined to those small cages And it is a sight that is forever etched in my mind As I walked down the row of
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cages the sound of barking and whining filled the air but one dog in particular
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caught my attention It was a small scruffy terrier mix with big brown eyes that seemed to hold a deep sadness The
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dog's fur was matted and dirty and it smelled of neglect and abandonment I was immediately drawn to it and I knew that
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I had to take it home with me As the days passed the dog whom I named Max
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settled into my home and it quickly became apparent that he was a nervous and anxious animal He would often pace
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back and forth across the room his tail tucked between his legs and his ears laid back against his head At first I
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thought that this behavior was simply a result of his adjusting to his new environment But as the nights drew in I
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began to notice a disturbing trend Every evening without fail Max would position
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himself in the same corner of the room his eyes fixed intently on some invisible point in space His tail would
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be tucked between his legs and his ears would be laid back as if he were afraid of something I would try to coax him
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away from the corner but he would refuse to budge his eyes never leaving that one spot It was as if Max was staring at
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something that I could not see and it was a feeling that sent shivers down my spine I would sit with him trying to
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distract him with treats and toys but he would not be swayed His gaze would remain fixed on that empty corner and I
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could sense a deep fear emanating from him I began to feel a creeping sense of dread as the nights wore on and I found
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myself wondering what it was that Max was seeing Was it a ghost a spirit or
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something even more malevolent I did not know but I was determined to uncover the
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truth As the days turned into weeks I became increasingly obsessed with the idea of discovering what it was that Max
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was staring at I would sit with him for hours watching him waiting for some sign
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or indication of what was going on I would see things out of the corner of my eye but whenever I turned to look there
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would be nothing there The air in the room would seem to thicken and I could feel a presence lurking just beyond the
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edge of perception I was starting to feel like I was losing my mind and I knew that I had to do something to break
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the cycle of fear that had taken hold of me One night as I was sitting with Max I
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decided to try and communicate with him I spoke to him softly asking him what it
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was that he was seeing And as I did I felt a strange sensation wash over me It
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was as if I had been transported to another realm a realm where the laws of reality did not apply I saw visions of
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dark forests and twisted creatures And I felt a sense of terror that I had never
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experienced before And then I saw it I saw what Max was staring at It was a
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figure tall and imposing with eyes that glowed like embers The figure was standing in the corner of the room
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watching us and I knew that I had to get out of there as quickly as I could I grabbed Max and ran from the room not
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stopping until we were safely outside As we emerged into the cool night air I
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felt a sense of relief wash over me but it was short-lived As I looked back at the house I saw the figure standing in
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the window watching us I knew then that I had to get as far away from the house as possible and I did not stop running
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until we were miles away I do not know what happened to the house or what became of the figure but I do know that
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I will never forget the terror that I experienced that night And as for Max he
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never stared at that corner again but I could sense that he was still haunted by the memories of what he had seen Story
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eight I am still able to recall the exact moment I purchased the used mattress and it is a memory that is
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etched into my mind like a scar The mattress was old and worn with a faint smell of decay emanating from it But I
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was in dire need of a new place to sleep and the price was too good to pass up As I was inspecting the mattress I noticed
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that it had a strange uneven seam running along the edge but I did not think much of it at the time assuming it
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was simply a defect in the manufacturing process It was not until I got the mattress home and began to unpack it
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that I discovered the journal The journal was sewn into the mattress and it was bound in a worn black leather
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cover As I carefully removed the journal from its hiding place I felt a shiver
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run down my spine because I had the unsettling feeling that I was uncovering a secret that was never meant to be
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uncovered The journal was filled with handwritten entries And as I began to read I was shocked to discover that the
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entries were dated next week At first I thought it was some kind of joke But as I continued to read I realized that the
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writer of the journal was describing events that had not yet occurred and it was as if they were predicting the
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future As I delved deeper into the journal I became increasingly unsettled because the writer's descent into
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madness was rapid and terrifying They described hearing voices and seeing things that were not there and their
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writing became increasingly erratic and disturbing I could not help but feel a sense of dread as I read because I was
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starting to wonder if I had made a terrible mistake by purchasing the mattress I began to feel like I was
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somehow connected to the writer and that their madness was seeping into my own mind The more I read the more I became
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obsessed with the journal and I found myself spending every waking moment pouring over the entries I was desperate
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to understand what was happening to the writer and why they were predicting events that had not yet occurred I
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started to feel like I was losing my grip on reality and I was unsure of what was real and what was not The lines
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between the writer's world and my own were becoming increasingly blurred and I was starting to wonder if I was doomed
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to follow in their footsteps As the days passed I started to experience strange
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and terrifying occurrences I would hear voices in the night and I would see things out of the corner of my eye I was
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starting to feel like I was being pulled into the writer's world and I was powerless to stop it I knew that I had
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to get rid of the journal but I was unable to bring myself to do it I was trapped in a living nightmare and I did
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not know how to escape The journal had become an obsession and I was consumed by it It was not until I read the final
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entry that I realized the true horror of my situation The writer had described my
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own death and it was dated for the following day I was shocked and terrified and I did not know what to do
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I was trapped in a desperate bid to survive and I was unsure if I would be able to make it through the night As I
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lay in bed I could feel the weight of the journal bearing down on me and I knew that I was running out of time The
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darkness was closing in around me and I was powerless to stop it I'm not sure what the future holds but I am afraid
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that it may already be written Story nine I am sitting in my darkened living room and my heart is racing with a sense
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of fear that I have never experienced before The events of last night are still etched vividly in my mind and I am
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struggling to comprehend the reality of what occurred I was born as a single child with no twin sibling to share my
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life with and I have always been grateful for the unique identity that this has afforded me However the
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encounter that I had last night has left me questioning everything that I thought I knew about myself As I was drifting
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off to sleep I heard a faint scratching sound coming from the front door of my house At first I thought that it was
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just the wind or a stray animal But then I heard my name being whispered in a voice that sounded uncannily like my own
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I got out of bed and approached the door cautiously my heart pounding in my chest When I looked through the peepphole I
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was met with a sight that made my blood run cold Standing on my porch was a
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person who looked exactly like me with the same facial features the same hair and the same eyes I was frozen in shock
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unable to move or speak as the person began to speak in a voice that was identical to mine The person said "I was
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left behind." And these words sent a chill down my spine I did not know what to make of this statement or what this
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person was trying to imply Was this some kind of twisted joke or was there something more sinister at play I tried
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to open the door but my hands were shaking uncontrollably and I could not bring myself to face this doppelganger
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The person continued to speak saying I have been waiting for you and I have been trying to find you for a very long
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time These words filled me with a sense of dread and I knew that I had to get away from this person as quickly as
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possible I turned and ran back to my bedroom locking the door behind me and trying to catch my breath My mind was
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racing with questions and fears and I did not know what to do I thought about calling the police but something about
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this situation felt too personal too intimate I felt like I was being pulled into a nightmare from which I could not
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awaken As I sat on my bed trying to calm myself down I heard the scratching sound
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again followed by the voice whispering my name I knew that I had to confront this person and I slowly got up and made
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my way back to the front door When I opened the door the person was still standing there looking at me with an
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expression that was both familiar and yet utterly alien I tried to speak but
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my voice was caught in my throat The person began to move towards me and I felt a sense of panic rising up inside
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me I tried to step back but my feet felt heavy as if they were rooted to the spot
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The person reached out and touched my face and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body Suddenly I was
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flooded with memories and images that were not my own but which felt strangely familiar I saw a childhood that was
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similar to mine but with subtle differences I saw a life that was parallel to my own but with its own
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unique experiences and struggles As I stood there trying to process what was happening the person began to fade away
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like a ghost disappearing into thin air I was left standing alone on my porch
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feeling shaken and confused I did not know what to make of what had just occurred or what the implications of
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this encounter might be All I knew was that my life would never be the same again and that I would be haunted by the
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memory of this person who looked just like me but who was yet somehow different The words I was left behind
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continued to echo in my mind And I knew that I would have to confront the truth about my own identity and the
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possibility that I may not be who I thought I was Story 10 I'm sitting in my
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dimly lit bedroom surrounded by the remnants of a chaotic child birth and I'm staring at my newborn baby with a
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sense of utter bewilderment The memory of the past few days is hazy but one moment is etched into my mind with
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perfect clarity The instant my baby said my full name Emily Victoria Wilson and
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then uttered the words I remember everything My heart is racing as I recall the way my baby's tiny lips moved
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forming words that are far too complex for a newborn to pronounce I am trying to convince myself that it was just a
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strange coincidence a babble that sounded like my name But deep down I am
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aware that it was something more As I am holding my baby in my arms I am feeling a sense of unease that is growing by the
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minute The baby's eyes seem to be staring into my very soul and I am starting to feel like I am being pulled
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into a nightmare from which I will never awaken I am attempting to recall the events leading up to this moment but my
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mind is a jumble of fragmented memories and emotions I am remembering the pain of childbirth the beeping of machines
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and the sound of my baby's first cry But it is all muddled together in a way that is making it difficult for me to think
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clearly The only thing that is certain is that my baby's words have awakened a sense of dread within me A feeling that
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is threatening to consume me whole I am trying to push the thoughts away to focus on the joy of motherhood but it is
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no use The words are echoing in my mind I remember everything and I am starting
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to wonder what they could possibly mean Is it a trick of the mind a result of the trauma of childbirth Or is it
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something more sinister I am glancing around the room searching for answers but there is nothing The shadows on the
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wall seem to be growing longer The air is thick with an eerie silence and I am feeling like I am being watched I am
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telling myself that I'm being ridiculous that I am just a tired anxious new mother But I am unable to shake the
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feeling that something is terribly wrong As the night wears on I am becoming increasingly agitated I am pacing back
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and forth across the room trying to calm my racing thoughts but it is no use The
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words are haunting me I remember everything and I am starting to feel like I am losing my grip on reality I am
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thinking about all the things that my baby could possibly remember All the secrets that I have kept hidden and I am
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feeling a sense of panic rising up within me I am trying to remind myself that my baby is just a newborn that it
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is impossible for them to remember anything But the words are echoing in my mind refusing to be silenced I am
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starting to wonder if I am the one who is going mad or if something more malevolent is at play I am stopping in
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front of the window staring out into the darkness and I'm feeling a sense of despair wash over me The stars are
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twinkling like ice chips in the sky and I'm feeling like I am floating in a sea of uncertainty I am thinking about the
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future about the life that I'm going to have to navigate with my baby and I am feeling a sense of trepidation What if
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my baby really does remember everything What if they know all of my deepest secrets all of my darkest fears The
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thought is sending shivers down my spine And I am feeling like I am being pulled into a world of horror from which I will
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never escape I am taking a deep breath trying to calm myself down but it is no
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use The words are etched into my mind I remember everything and I'm aware that
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nothing will ever be the same again Story 11 I am sitting in my dimly lit room surrounded by the familiar comforts
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of my furniture and the faint scent of last night's dinner When my mind becomes flooded with the disturbing events that
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have been unfolding over the past few weeks my roommate a man with whom I have shared a living space for nearly 3 years
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has been talking in his sleep and what he says is beginning to unnerve me At first it was just random mumblings and
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incoherent phrases But as time has passed his nocturnal monologues have become increasingly vivid and detailed
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As I lie in bed I am unable to shake the memory of last night's conversation or
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rather my roommate's solo dialogue He described my death and the details he
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provided were so precise that I am still trying to comprehend how he could have known such things He spoke of a dark and
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deserted alleyway of a figure looming over me and of the feeling of my life slipping away His words were laced with
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an air of conviction as if he had actually witnessed the event himself I am finding it difficult to reconcile the
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fact that my roommate a man with whom I have shared countless laughter filled moments and mundane daily routines could
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be capable of conjuring up such a macob and disturbing scenario As the night
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wears on I become increasingly aware of the sounds that surround me The creeks
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and groans of the old house seem to take on a new significance and I am unable to shake the feeling that I am being
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watched My roommate's words have awakened a sense of unease within me and I am finding it challenging to
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distinguish between reality and the dark fantasy that he has created I am trying
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to convince myself that it is merely a product of his subconscious mind a jumbled collection of thoughts and
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images that have no basis in reality However the doubt that has been swn in
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my mind is refusing to be extinguished and I am left to ponder the possibility that my roommate's words may be more
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than just a mere figment of his imagination As I sit here trying to make sense of the disturbing events that have
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been unfolding I am becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of uncovering the truth behind my
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roommate's nocturnal monologues I am determined to understand what is driving him to create such vivid and disturbing
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scenarios And I am willing to do whatever it takes to get to the bottom of this mystery I am planning to start
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by observing my roommate more closely to see if I can notice any patterns or triggers that may be contributing to his
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sleep-talking I am also considering the possibility of consulting with a professional someone who may be able to
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provide me with some insight into the workings of the human mind and the mysterious world of sleep The more I
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think about my roommate's words the more I'm becoming convinced that there is something sinister at play I am starting
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to feel like I am living in a state of suspended animation caught between the reality of my everyday life and the dark
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fantasy that my roommate has created I am trying to hold on to the idea that it is all just a product of his imagination
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But the doubt that has been swn in my mind is refusing to be extinguished As the darkness closes in around me I am
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left to wonder if I will ever be able to escape the nightmare that my roommate has created or if I will become its next
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victim As the hours tick by I am becoming increasingly aware of the weight of my roommate's words They are
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settling deep within my psyche Like a cold and unforgiving frost that is slowly seeping into my bones I am trying
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to find a way to shake off the feeling of unease that has settled over me But it is proving to be a difficult task The
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memory of my roommate's words is haunting me and I am finding it challenging to distinguish between reality and the dark fantasy that he has
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created I am starting to feel like I am losing my grip on reality and I am not sure if I will ever be able to find my
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way back In this moment I am overcome with a sense of dread and forboding I am
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not sure what the future holds or if I will be able to escape the nightmare that my roommate has created All I can
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do is sit here surrounded by the darkness and wait for the inevitable The possibility that my roommate's words may
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be more than just a mere figment of his imagination is a thought that I am unable to shake And it is a fear that is
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slowly consuming me As the darkness closes in around me I am left to wonder
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if I will ever be able to find a way out or if I will become the next victim of my roommate's disturbing and sinister
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predictions Story 12 I am standing in the blistering sunlight surrounded by
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the musty smell of old furniture and the cacophony of vendors calling out to passers by when I stumble upon the old
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Polaroid camera It is sitting on a dusty table nestled between a vintage typewriter and a stack of yellowed
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newspapers and it seems to be waiting for me The camera's exterior is worn and faded the once bright colors now dulled
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by the patina of age But as I pick it up I am struck by its unexpected weight its
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solidity I turn the camera over in my hands feeling the smooth contours of the plastic the satisfying click of the
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shutter release and I am immediately drawn to it As I purchase the camera and take it home I am filled with a sense of
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excitement and anticipation I have always been fascinated by the instant gratification of Polaroid film The way
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the images seem to materialize out of thin air and I am eager to try out my new acquisition I load the camera with a
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pack of film and take a photograph of my living room The flash illuminating the space with a brief harsh glow I wait my
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heart beating with anticipation As the image begins to develop the colors gradually seeping into the paper like
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water into a sponge And then as the picture becomes clearer I am shocked to
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see that it is not my living room at all but a place I have never been a dimly lit abandoned alleyway The walls covered
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in peeling plaster and rusty fire escapes I am confused and disoriented My
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mind struggling to comprehend what I am seeing I take another photograph this time of the street outside my apartment
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And the result is the same A place I do not recognize A desolate rural landscape
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with twisted trees and a sky that seems to be bleeding into the horizon I begin
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to feel a creeping sense of dread a feeling that something is very wrong and I am not sure what to do I try to shake
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off the feeling telling myself that the camera is simply malfunctioning that the film is damaged or the lens is dirty But
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as I continue to take photographs the results are always the same places I have never been and people watching me
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The people in the photographs are always in the background their faces blurred or turned away but I can sense their
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presence their eyes on me and it is unnerving I start to feel like I am being stalked like I am being pulled
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into some kind of twisted game and I'm not sure how to escape I try to avoid the camera to put it away and forget
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about it But I am drawn back to it again and again like a moth to a flame I am
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compelled to take more photographs to see where they will take me and what they will reveal And as I do the images
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become increasingly distorted the places more and more surreal the people more and more menacing I am becoming obsessed
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My life revolving around the camera and the photographs it produces I am neglecting my work my relationships my
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own well-being And I am not sure why I am trapped in a cycle of fear and
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fascination and I do not know how to break free The photographs are haunting me invading my dreams and I'm starting
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to lose my grip on reality I am seeing things that are not there hearing voices that are not speaking and I'm not sure
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what is real and what is not And then one day I take a photograph that changes
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everything It is a picture of myself standing in a room that I do not recognize surrounded by people who are
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watching me But it is not just the image that is disturbing It is the fact that I am holding the camera that I am the one
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taking the photograph I am staring at myself and I am not sure who I am As I
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stand there frozen in horror the camera slipping from my fingers I realize that I have been given a glimpse into a world
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that is not my own The photographs have been showing me a reality that is parallel to mine A reality that is
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twisted and distorted and I am not sure how to process it I am filled with a sense of dread and disorientation and I
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am not sure how to escape The camera lies on the floor its lens shattered its
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secrets revealed and I am left to pick up the pieces of my shattered mind I am
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not sure what the future holds but I am certain that I will never be the same again The photographs have changed me
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They have haunted me and they have shown me that reality is not always what it seems Story 13 I am sitting in my
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darkened bedroom surrounded by the oppressive silence of the night and I am remembering the first time I smelled
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smoke at 3:33 in the morning It was a Wednesday and I had been asleep for approximately 4 hours when suddenly I
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was jolted awake by the pungent aroma of burning wood and ash At first I thought
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that it was a dream but as I sat up in bed and looked around my room I realized that the smell was very real I threw off
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my covers and got out of bed and I began to search my apartment for the source of the smell I checked my kitchen my living
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room and my bathroom but I could not find any signs of a fire I was confused
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and a little frightened and I did not know what to do As the days passed I continued to smell smoke at 3:33 in the
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morning It was always the same time and it was always the same smell I started to feel a sense of dread every night as
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I lay in bed and waited for the clock to strike 3:33 I would try to stay awake
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but I would always end up falling asleep and then I would be jolted awake by the smell of smoke I began to feel like I
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was losing my mind and I did not know what was happening to me I tried to talk to my friends and family about it but
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they just thought that I was being paranoid They told me that I must be smelling something else something that
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was not really there But I knew what I was smelling and it was smoke One night
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as I was lying in bed and waiting for the clock to strike 3:33 I decided to
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get out of bed and go into the hallway I wanted to see if I could find the source of the smell and I wanted to prove to
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myself that I was not crazy As I walked into the hallway I saw a figure standing
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in the distance It was a dark and shadowy figure and it was difficult to make out any features I was shocked and
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frightened and I did not know what to do The figure did not seem to be moving and it did not seem to be looking at me It
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was just standing there and I could feel its presence I stood there for a few moments frozen with fear and then I
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turned and ran back into my bedroom I locked my door and got into bed and I tried to calm myself down but I could
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not shake the feeling that the figure was still out there watching me As the nights passed I continued to smell smoke
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at 3:33 in the morning and I continued to see the figure in the hallway It was
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always in a different location but it was always closer to my bedroom door I could feel its presence and I could
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sense its eyes on me I started to feel like I was being stalked and I did not
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know what to do I tried to stay awake but I would always end up falling asleep and then I would be jolted awake by the
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smell of smoke I was trapped in a cycle of fear and dread and I did not know how to escape I felt like I was losing my
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mind and I did not know what was real and what was not I am sitting in my
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darkened bedroom now and I am waiting for the clock to strike 333 I can feel
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the presence of the figure and I can sense its eyes on me I am trying to stay calm but I am filled with fear and dread
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I do not know what is going to happen and I do not know what the figure wants All I know is that I am trapped in this
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nightmare and I do not know how to wake up The clock is ticking and it is getting closer and closer to 3:33 I can
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feel my heart pounding in my chest and I can feel my breath catching in my throat
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I am waiting for the inevitable and I am preparing myself for the worst The clock strikes 3:33 and I am met with the
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familiar smell of smoke I get out of bed and I walk into the hallway The figure
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is standing right outside my bedroom door and it is looking at me I can see its face now and it is my own face I am
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staring at myself and I am filled with a sense of horror and dread I realize that
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I am the figure and I am the one who has been haunting myself I am the source of the smoke and I am the one who has been
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trapped in this cycle of fear and dread I am my own worst nightmare and I do not
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know how to escape Story 14 I remember the day I installed the two-way mirror
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with perfect clarity The smell of freshly cut wood and the sound of drills echoing in my mind It was a peculiar
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choice I admit but I had always been fascinated by the idea of observing and being observed of blurring the lines
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between private and public spaces The mirror which I had purchased from a dusty antique shop seemed like the
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perfect tool for exploring this fascination I carefully mounted it in the wall making sure that the glass was
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smooth and unblenmished and that the reflective side faced outwards into the empty room on the other side As I
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stepped back to admire my handiwork I felt a shiver run down my spine The room
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on the other side of the mirror was small and bare with cream colored walls and a single flickering fluorescent
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light It was a space that seemed to exist outside of time a vacuum that sucked all sound and life out of the air
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I found myself drawn to it feeling an inexplicable pull to stand in front of the mirror and stare into the emptiness
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And it was then as I stood there that I hearded a faint knocking sound coming from the other side of the mirror I spun
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around wondering if someone was playing a trick on me But I was alone in the house At first I thought it was just my
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imagination or perhaps the sound of the old house settling But as the days passed the knocking grew louder and more
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insistent It was always a gentle tapping never a loud banging but it seemed to be
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calling to me drawing me back to the mirror again and again I tried to ignore it to distract myself with work and
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television but I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with the sound I
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would stand in front of the mirror for hours waiting for the knocking to start and when it did I would feel a rush of
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adrenaline and fear I began to wonder if I was losing my mind if the isolation
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and loneliness of my life were playing tricks on me As the nights wore on the knocking grew more frequent and I
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started to feel a creeping sense of dread It was as if something was trying to communicate with me to tell me a
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secret or a message that only I could hear I would lie in bed listening to the sound of my own heartbeat and wonder
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what could be making that noise Was it a ghost a spirit trapped between worlds or
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was it something more mundane a stray animal or a neighbor playing a prank I
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did not know and the not knowing was driving me mad One night I decided to
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investigate further I grabbed a flashlight and crept into the room on the other side of the mirror My heart
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pounding in my chest The space was just as empty and bare as I had left it But
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as I shone the light around the room I noticed something strange The walls seemed to be breathing The paint was
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cracking and shifting like the surface of a living thing I felt a wave of nausea wash over me and I stumbled
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backwards out of the room As I emerged back into my own space I heard the
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knocking again louder and more insistent than ever before It was then that I realized the horrifying truth The
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knocking was not coming from the other side of the mirror at all It was coming from inside my own mind I am not sure
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how much longer I can endure this The knocking is constant now a relentless
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drum beat that echoes through my brain I am starting to feel like I am losing myself like I am being consumed by some
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dark and malevolent force I have tried to cover the mirror to block out the sound but it only seems to make things
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worse The knocking is inside me now and I do not know how to escape it I am
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trapped in this living nightmare and I fear that I may never wake up The last thing I remember is standing in front of
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the mirror staring into the empty room and wondering if I will ever be able to find my way out Story 15 I remember the
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day my grandmother passed away and my mother inherited her antique music box It was an old beautifully crafted box
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with a delicate ballerina that twirled to the tune of a haunting melody My
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mother placed it on her dresser and I would often find myself staring at it mesmerized by its intricate details She
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told me that it had been passed down through generations of women in our family and that it was said to bring
55:56
good fortune and comfort to those who possessed it However I soon discovered that it was a harbinger of something
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sinister for it would only play its melody at midnight and every time it did I would wake up with dirt under my nails
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At first I thought it was merely a coincidence that I must have gotten dirty while I was asleep But as the
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nights passed I began to feel an eerie sense of dread whenever I heard the music box play It was as if something
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was stirring inside me something that was trying to get out I would wake up to the sound of the music box and my heart
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would be racing my sheets drenched in sweat I would look down at my hands and they would be clenched into fists with
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dirt embedded under my nails I would try to clean them but the dirt would always return as if it was a part of me now I
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tried to ignore it to convince myself that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me But the feeling of unease
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persisted I started to feel like I was losing control like something was taking over my body while I was asleep I would
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find myself doing things that I did not remember doing like digging in the garden or playing in the mud My mother
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would tell me that I must have done it while I was asleep but I knew that I would never do such things It was as if
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I was being possessed by some dark force and the music box was the catalyst As
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the nights passed the music box played more frequently and I would wake up to find that I had done more and more
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disturbing things I would find dirt in my hair and my clothes would be torn and
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dirty I started to feel like I was living in a nightmare and I did not know how to wake up I became obsessed with
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the music box trying to understand its secrets and why it was doing this to me
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I would sit up at night waiting for it to play my heart pounding in my chest
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And when it finally did I would feel a sense of relief followed by a deep sense of dread One night I decided to follow
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the sound of the music box to see where it would lead me I got out of bed and
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crept downstairs the melody growing louder with each step I followed it to the garden where I found myself standing
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in front of a hole that I had dug It was deep and wide and I could see that it had been dug recently I looked down at
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my hands and they were dirty with dirt under my nails I realized that I had been digging this hole every night while
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I was asleep and that the music box was the trigger I felt a sense of horror and
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I did not know what to do I was trapped in this nightmare and I did not know how to escape As I stood there frozen in
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terror I heard the music box stop playing The silence was deafening and I
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felt like I was alone in the world I looked up at the sky and I saw that it was filled with stars I felt a sense of
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peace and I realized that I had to let go of the music box and the horror that it had brought into my life I went back
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inside and I took the music box and I placed it in a box and I buried it in
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the hole that I had dug I covered it with dirt and I walked away feeling a sense of relief and a sense of freedom I
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knew that I would never be the same again But I also knew that I was free from the music box and its dark power
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But as I walked away I could have sworn that I heard the music box play one last time And I felt a sense of dread and I
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knew that I would never be able to escape its haunting melody I felt the dirt under my nails And I knew that I
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would always be haunted by the music box and the horror that it had brought into my life And as I looked down at my hands
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I saw that they were clenched into fists And I knew that I would never be able to let go of the terror that the music box
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had unleashed upon me Story 16 I remember the day I first saw a face that
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was not mine in the mirror It was a typical Wednesday morning and I was standing in my bathroom staring at my
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reflection as I brushed my teeth But instead of my own face staring back at me I saw the face of a woman with
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piercing green eyes and long curly brown hair She was older than I am with deep
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wrinkles etched into her skin and her eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness I was taken aback and I felt a shiver run down
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my spine as I realized that this woman was a complete stranger to me At first I
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thought it was just a trick of the light or a side effect of the medication I had been taking for my insomnia But as the
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days went by I began to notice that every time I looked into a mirror I saw a different face staring back at me Some
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of them were men some of them were women and they all seemed to be from different walks of life There was a young boy with
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a messy mop of hair and a big smile on his face An old man with a kind face and
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a twinkle in his eye and even a face that was distorted and grotesque with bulging eyes and a twisted mouth But
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none of them were mine and I could not shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong As I continued to see
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these different faces in the mirror I started to feel a sense of unease and disconnection from my own body It was as
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if I was living in a dream and I was not sure what was real and what was not I
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began to question my own identity and sanity and I felt like I was losing my grip on reality I would look into the
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mirror and see a face that was crying And I would feel a pang of sadness and empathy for this stranger who was
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staring back at me But at the same time I would feel a sense of detachment and confusion because I did not know who
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this person was or why they were crying I tried to talk to my friends and family about what I was experiencing but they
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just thought I was being paranoid and overreacting They told me that I was stressed and anxious and that I needed
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to take some time to relax and clear my head But I knew that what I was seeing was real and I could not shake the
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feeling that something was trying to communicate with me through these mirrors I started to feel like I was
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being haunted by these faces and I did not know how to make them stop I would see them everywhere I went in every
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mirror and reflection and I felt like I was losing my mind One day I decided to
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conduct an experiment to try and understand what was happening to me I went to a large store that had a long
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row of mirrors and I stood in front of each one looking at my reflection and taking note of the face that stared back
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at me As I walked down the row I saw a series of faces that were all different from one another There was a face with a
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scar above the eyebrow a face with a nose that was slightly crooked and even a face that was completely featureless
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and smooth But as I reached the end of the row I saw a face that made my blood run cold It was a face that was
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identical to mine but it was twisted and distorted with eyes that were black as coal and a mouth that was curled into a
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snarl I felt a sense of horror and dread as I realized that I was staring at my
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own face but it was not mine It was a face that was dark and malevolent and it
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seemed to be staring back at me with a sense of hatred and contempt As I stood there frozen in terror I felt a sense of
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realization wash over me I realized that the faces I had been seeing in the mirror were not just random strangers
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but were actually different aspects of my own personality The faces that were crying were the parts of me that were
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hurting and scared The faces that were smiling were the parts of me that were happy and tent And the faces that were
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distorted and grotesque were the parts of me that were dark and twisted I realized that I had been trying to
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suppress and deny these different aspects of myself and that they were now rising to the surface and staring back
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at me through the mirrors I felt a sense of sadness and regret as I realized that
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I had been living in denial and ignorance and that I had been trying to hide from the truth about myself As I
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turned to walk away from the mirrors I caught a glimpse of myself in a reflection and I saw that my face was no
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longer distorted and twisted It was my own face with my own eyes and my own
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mouth and it seemed to be staring back at me with a sense of sadness and understanding I felt a sense of peace
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and resolution wash over me and I realized that I had finally found the truth about myself I had been seeing
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different faces in the mirror because I had been trying to hide from the different aspects of my own personality
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And now that I had faced the truth I could finally see myself for who I truly was I walked away from the mirrors
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feeling a sense of hope and renewal and I knew that I would never be the same again Story 17 I still remember the day
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I purchased the old VHS tape from the dusty antique shop It was an oddity that
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caught my attention buried between stacks of old vinyl records and faded photographs The cover was faded and worn
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with no title or label to indicate what it contained I was drawn to it feeling
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an inexplicable pull as if it was calling to me The shop owner an old man
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with sunken eyes handed it to me with a knowing smile saying it was a rare find
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one that I would not soon forget I paid for it and he wrapped it in a yellowed paper bag his hands moving with a slow
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deliberation that made me feel uneasy As I walked home the tape felt heavy in my bag as if it was weighing me down I
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could not shake the feeling that I had made a mistake that I had unleashed something into my life that I could not
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control When I arrived at my apartment I inserted the tape into my old VHS player
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the one I had kept from my childhood and pressed play The screen flickered to life showing a scene that made my heart
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skip a beat It was my family sitting around the dinner table laughing and talking as if it was a normal evening
1:05:38
But what was unsettling was that no one was holding the camera It was as if the camera was floating in the air capturing
1:05:45
the scene with an unblinking eye I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched
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my mind racing with questions Who could have taken this footage and why was it recorded in such a way As I continued to
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watch I became more and more agitated The scene was so familiar yet so
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disturbing I recognized the plates the glasses even the food and on the table
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It was as if I was reliving a memory but one that I had never actually experienced My family's faces were happy
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and relaxed but I could sense an underlying tension a feeling that something was off I fast forwarded
1:06:22
through the tape hoping to find some clue some indication of what was going on But the footage just continued
1:06:28
showing my family going about their daily routines always with the camera hovering in the background watching and
1:06:35
waiting I began to feel like I was losing my grip on reality as if the tape was manipulating my perceptions making
1:06:42
me question what was real and what was not I spent the rest of the day in a days my mind reeling with theories and
1:06:49
explanations I tried to convince myself that it was just a prank a sick joke played on me by someone I knew But deep
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down I knew that was not the case The footage was too real too intimate It was
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as if I was being shown a part of my life that I had never known existed A part that was hidden from me even from
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my own family As the sun began to set I felt a sense of dread wash over me I
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knew that I had to confront my family about the tape to ask them what they knew But as I thought about it I
1:07:21
realized that I was afraid of what they might say or what they might not say The tape had unlocked a door in my mind a
1:07:28
door that I was not sure I wanted to open As I sat down to dinner with my family that evening I could not help but
1:07:34
feel like I was watching them through the lens of the camera I kept expecting to see the floating camera to feel its
1:07:41
unblinking eye on me but it was not there And my family seemed completely normal completely oblivious to the
1:07:48
tension that was building inside me I tried to bring up the subject of the tape but the words caught in my throat I
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was afraid of what I might discover afraid of what I might unleash As we finished dinner and began to clear the
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table I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror For a moment I could have sworn that I saw the camera hovering
1:08:07
behind me watching me with an unblinking eye I spun around but there was nothing
1:08:12
there It was just my imagination I told myself But as I turned back to the
1:08:18
mirror I saw something that made my blood run cold On the edge of the mirror someone had written a message in a
1:08:25
handwriting that I did not recognize It said "I am always watching." Story 18 I
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remember the day I first heard the voices with absolute clarity It was a Wednesday and I was sitting in my
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therapist's office staring blankly at the cream colored walls as she spoke to me in a soothing tone She was saying
1:08:44
something about my anxiety about how I needed to learn to manage my thoughts but I was not listening I was too busy
1:08:51
trying to make sense of the whispers that had been echoing in my mind for weeks They were faint at first but they
1:08:57
had grown louder more insistent and I could not shake the feeling that they were trying to tell me something My
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therapist Dr Lee insists that the voices are a product of my own mind a
1:09:08
manifestation of my inner turmoil She tells me that I am experiencing a type of psychotic break that the stress and
1:09:16
anxiety I have been under have caused my brain to create these auditory hallucinations But I know what I have
1:09:22
seen I have seen the fingerprints on the walls the faint smudges of grease and dirt that seem to appear out of nowhere
1:09:29
They are always in the same places on the same walls and they are always accompanied by the whispers It is as if
1:09:36
the voices are trying to leave me a message to tell me something that I need to know I have tried to explain this to
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Dr ly but she just smiles and nods telling me that I am experiencing a type of foley fantasy a delusional state in
1:09:50
which I am creating an entire world of fantasy to cope with the stresses of reality But I know what I have felt I
1:09:57
have felt the presence of something in my apartment something that moves and breathes and leaves behind a trail of
1:10:04
fingerprints It is a presence that is always just out of sight but I can sense it feel its eyes upon me as I move
1:10:11
through my daily routine The fingerprints are the worst part They are always so faint so easily explained away
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as a trick of the light or a smear of dirt But I know what I have seen I have
1:10:23
seen the way they seem to shift and change The way they appear and disappear in the blink of an eye It is as if the
1:10:30
voices are trying to communicate with me to leave me a message that only I can see And I'm starting to feel like I am
1:10:37
losing my mind The whispers are growing louder more insistent and I can feel
1:10:42
myself becoming more and more detached from reality I have started to wonder if Dr Lee is right Maybe the voices are
1:10:50
just a product of my own mind a manifestation of my own inner demons Maybe the fingerprints are just a trick
1:10:56
of the light A smear of dirt that I have mistaken for something more sinister But then I see them again The faint smudges
1:11:03
of grease and dirt on the wall And I know that I am not imagining things Something is happening Something that I
1:11:10
do not understand And I'm starting to feel like I am trapped in a living nightmare I have tried to talk to Dr Lee
1:11:16
about the fingerprints again but she just shakes her head and tells me that I need to focus on my therapy She says
1:11:22
that I am making progress that I am learning to manage my anxiety and my thoughts but I know that I am not I am
1:11:29
falling apart piece by piece and I do not know how to stop it The voices are growing louder more insistent and I can
1:11:37
feel myself becoming more and more detached from reality I am starting to wonder if I will ever be able to escape
1:11:43
the horror that is unfolding around me As I sit in my apartment staring at the
1:11:48
fingerprints on the wall I feel a sense of dread wash over me I know that I am not alone that there is something else
1:11:55
in the room with me something that is watching me and waiting for me to make my next move And I know that I am
1:12:02
running out of time The voices are growing louder more insistent and I can
1:12:07
feel myself being pulled down into a world of madness and terror I am not sure if I will ever be able to escape or
1:12:14
if I will be trapped in this living nightmare forever All I can do is wait and see and hope that somehow someway I
1:12:22
will be able to find a way out of this hell that I have created for myself Story 19 I am sitting in my bed and my
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mind is racing with the memories of the previous night I was driving home from my friend's house and it was raining
1:12:35
heavily The windshield wipers were moving back and forth and the sound of the rain hitting the roof of my car was
1:12:42
deafening I was driving slowly but the road was slippery and my car skidded off
1:12:48
the road I remember the feeling of weightlessness and then my car crashed into a tree I do not recall anything
1:12:54
after that This morning I woke up in my bed and I was feeling confused I looked
1:13:00
around my room and everything seemed normal I got out of my bed and I walked to the kitchen to make myself a cup of
1:13:07
coffee That is when I saw my friend Sarah sitting at the kitchen table She was one of the people who was in the car
1:13:14
with me when we crashed I was shocked to see her because I was certain that she had died in the crash I asked her how
1:13:21
she was feeling and she told me that she was feeling fine She did not seem to remember anything about the crash As the
1:13:28
day went on I saw more and more people who had died in the crash They were all acting as if nothing had happened and
1:13:35
they did not seem to remember anything about the accident I was feeling uneasy and scared because I did not understand
1:13:42
what was happening I tried to talk to them about the crash but they did not seem to know what I was talking about I
1:13:48
am starting to feel as if I am going crazy because I am the only one who seems to remember what happened I have
1:13:55
been trying to make sense of what is happening but it is not easy I have been thinking about the crash and I have been
1:14:01
trying to remember every detail I remember the sound of the rain and the feeling of the car skidding off the road
1:14:08
I remember the sound of the crash and the feeling of weightlessness But most of all I remember the feeling of dying I
1:14:16
felt my life slipping away and I felt a sense of peace But now I am not sure if
1:14:22
I am alive or dead I am not sure if I am dreaming or if this is reality As the
1:14:27
day goes on I am starting to feel a sense of dread I am starting to feel as if something is very wrong I have been
1:14:34
trying to talk to the other people who died in the crash but they do not seem to be listening They are all going about
1:14:41
their daily routines as if nothing has happened But I know that something has happened and I am trying to figure out
1:14:47
what it is I am trying to find a way to make sense of this but it is not easy I
1:14:52
am feeling scared and I am feeling alone I have been walking around my house
1:14:58
trying to find some answers I have been looking for something anything that can explain what is happening but I have not
1:15:05
found anything I have been feeling a sense of frustration because I do not know what to do I am starting to feel as
1:15:12
if I am trapped in some kind of nightmare and I do not know how to wake up I am starting to feel as if I am
1:15:18
losing my mind because I am the only one who seems to remember what happened As the night falls I am starting to feel a
1:15:25
sense of fear I am starting to feel as if I am in danger and I do not know what
1:15:31
is going to happen I have been trying to stay calm but it is not easy I have been
1:15:36
thinking about the crash and I have been thinking about what happened after I died I have been wondering if I am in
1:15:42
some kind of limbo or if I am in some kind of purgatory I have been wondering if I am going to be trapped in this
1:15:49
place forever or if I am going to be able to move on I am sitting in my bed
1:15:54
and I am feeling a sense of desperation I am feeling as if I am running out of time and I do not know what to do I have
1:16:01
been trying to find some answers but I have not found anything I have been trying to talk to the other people who
1:16:07
died in the crash but they do not seem to be listening I am starting to feel as if I am completely alone and I do not
1:16:15
know how to escape I am starting to feel as if I am going to be trapped in this place forever and I do not know how to
1:16:21
cope with that Story 20 I remember the first time I experienced the nosebleleed
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with perfect clarity It was a typical Wednesday morning and I was standing in my kitchen staring blankly at the coffee
1:16:34
maker as it dripped its way through the brewing cycle The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air and I
1:16:41
was looking forward to that first sip And then without warning I felt the warmth spreading down my face and I saw
1:16:48
the crimson droplets falling onto the countertop I was taken aback and my
1:16:53
heart began to beat at a rapid pace as I grabbed a towel to stem the flow of blood At that moment I thought it was
1:17:00
simply a result of the dry air or perhaps a side effect of the new medication I was taking As the days
1:17:06
passed however I started to notice a disturbing pattern Every time I entered my kitchen I would get a nose bleed It
1:17:14
did not matter what I was doing cooking cleaning or simply standing there The moment I stepped into that room I could
1:17:20
feel the blood vessels in my nose beginning to rupture I became increasingly anxious and my mind was
1:17:26
filled with thoughts of what could be causing this bizarre phenomenon I tried to avoid the kitchen as much as possible
1:17:32
but it is difficult to do so when it is a necessary part of one's daily routine
1:17:38
The fear of experiencing another nose bleed was always lurking in the back of my mind making me feel uneasy and on
1:17:44
edge It was on one of those occasions as I was standing in the kitchen trying to clean up the latest mess that my eyes
1:17:52
fell upon the floorboards They seemed ordinary enough but as I glanced at them I noticed something that made my heart
1:17:58
skip a beat There was a small almost imperceptible line running along the edge of one of the boards I felt a
1:18:05
shiver run down my spine as I realized that it might be a hatch or a door of some kind My curiosity was peaked and I
1:18:13
found myself wondering what could be hidden underneath I tried to push the thought away telling myself it was
1:18:19
probably just my imagination playing tricks on me but I could not shake off the feeling that there was something
1:18:25
significant beneath my feet I decided to investigate further and I carefully pried up the floorboard my hands
1:18:32
trembling with anticipation As the board creaked open I was met with a sight that
1:18:37
made my blood run cold There underneath the floor was a small locked hatch It
1:18:43
was old and rusted with a large iron lock in the center I felt a wave of dread wash over me as I stared at the
1:18:50
hatch my mind racing with thoughts of what could be hidden behind it I was torn between the desire to open it and
1:18:56
the fear of what I might find As I stood there frozen in uncertainty I could feel
1:19:02
the nose bleeds starting to come on again And I knew that I had to make a decision I spent the next few days
1:19:08
trying to find a way to open the hatch But it seemed impossible The lock was old and rusted and I did not have the
1:19:16
key I tried to pick it but it would not budge I was starting to feel desperate
1:19:21
and my obsession with the hatch was growing by the day I could not sleep at night thinking about what could be
1:19:27
hidden beneath my kitchen floor The nosebleleeds continued to plague me and I was starting to feel like I was losing
1:19:33
my grip on reality And then one night I had a dream In the dream I was standing
1:19:40
in the kitchen and the hatch was open I was staring into a dark abyssal void and
1:19:45
I could feel a presence staring back at me I woke up with a start my heart racing and I knew that I had to open the
1:19:52
hatch The next day I found an old key hidden in the back of a drawer It was
1:19:57
rusty and worn but it looked like it might fit the lock I approached the hatch with a sense of trepidation my
1:20:04
hands shaking as I inserted the key into the lock The sound of the mechanism clicking open was like a death nail and
1:20:12
I felt a chill run down my spine As I lifted the hatch a musty smell wafted
1:20:17
out and I was met with a sight that made my blood run cold There in the darkness
1:20:23
I saw a figure It was twisted and distorted with eyes that seemed to bore into my soul I tried to scream but my
1:20:31
voice was frozen in my throat And then everything went black When I came to I
1:20:36
was lying on the kitchen floor my head throbbing with pain The hatch was closed and the lock was back in place I
1:20:44
stumbled to my feet my mind reeling with questions What had I seen what was hidden beneath my kitchen floor And why
1:20:51
was I experiencing these terrifying nose bleeds As I looked around the kitchen I felt a sense of unease a feeling that I
1:20:58
was being watched And then I saw it a small crimson droplet on the countertop
1:21:03
body stem The nose bleed had started again and I knew that I would never be able to escape the horror that lurked
1:21:10
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