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Jun 19, 2025
Welcome to a chilling night of true Terrifying Tales, told by a captivating storyteller. 🖤 Enjoy a collection of true scary stories told with the soothing sound of rain to help you relax and fall asleep quickly. These real horror stories will send chills down your spine while the calming rain ambiance sets the perfect mood for a peaceful night. Whether you love creepy bedtime stories, ghost stories, or paranormal encounters, this video is perfect for you! 🌙 Grab a blanket, dim the lights, and let these eerie stories take you on a journey into the terrifying unknown. 🌙 TimeStamps: Timestamps Story 1 - 00:09 Story 2 - 3:10 Story 3 - 11:38 Story 4 - 20:11 Story 5 - 27:38 Story 6 - 34:13 Story 7 - 41:38 Story 8 - 47:37 Story 8 - 54:46
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hello everyone I am your stry teller I know you use these video to sleep so please like this video And subscribe to
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our Channel and get relaxed so we get started Story number one this is the story of a girl named Emma who never
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believed in the Supernatural she was a typical teenager dealing with the ups and downs of school friendships and
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growing up Emma found comfort in the Simplicity of life until she began to
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notice something strange about the mirror in her bedroom she wasn't prone to fear or being easily spooked but
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there was something unsettling about her mirror that began to gnaw at her it started small with a slight feeling that
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she wasn't entirely alone even when the room was empty one normal evening as
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Emma stood in front of the mirror after her shower she glanced up and saw her reflection smiling at her it was not her
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own smile but a wide unnatural expression that didn't match the neutral one she knew she was
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wearing Emma froze her heart racing as she tried to convince herself that it
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was just the steam or Her Imagination the next day Emma forgot
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about the incident but the smile came back that night as she was in her bedroom this time the smile was even
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wider as though mocking her Emma's blood ran cold and her skin prickled with the
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sensation of being watched but it wasn't just a feeling her reflection was smiling smiling at her as if it knew
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something she didn't Emma rushed toward the mirror and when she touched the glass the smile
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faded she stood there hands trembling unsure of what to do wondering if it was
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just a trick of the light or if something more Sinister was at play as the days went by the smile continued to
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appear sometimes amused other times wide and manic Emma tried everything to get
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rid of it but no matter what she did the smile came back one evening as she sat
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in front of the mirror the smile appeared again but this time it was even more unnatural as though her Reflections
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lips were being pulled back with an unnatural Force Emma backed away her
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breath quickening and heard the soft sound of laughter coming from the mirror
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when she looked back the smile was gone and her reflection Stood Still as if nothing had happened but Emma knew she
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had hadn't imagined it over the following weeks the smiles continued to torment Emma and she stopped looking
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into mirrors all together avoiding them when she could but the smile that
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Twisted mocking smile still lingered in her mind and she could swear that
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sometimes when she passed by a reflective surface she could feel it her reflection staring back at her smiling
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Emma came to a horrifying realization it wasn't just a trick of the Mind whatever
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was in the mirror wasn't her it was something else something that wore her face and every time she looked it smiled
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Story number two once there was a small quiet Village nestled at the edge of a dense forest it
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was a place that seemed Untouched by time where the villagers LED simple lives unaware of the chaos and noise of
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the outside world life was peaceful slow paced and they were happy and their
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ignorance but there was one rule one law that every villager followed without
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question a law that was sacred and unwavering never enter the forest after
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sunset this rule had been passed down through generations a rule enforced by
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Tales older than anyone could remember stories whispered around hearths by the elders Tales of strange unexplainable
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things that dwelt deep in the heart of the woods the forest they said was not just a collection of of trees and
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animals it was alive but not in any way they could fully understand it was
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something ancient and cruel the trees themselves seemed to move when no one was looking their Twisted branches like
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gnarled fingers reaching for the sky there were Whispers of spirits beings known as the forest Keepers ancient
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Protectors of the land that had grown vengeful over the centuries according to the old story if you entered the forest
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at night you would begin to hear them soft almost imper able Whispers carried on the wind at first it was just a faint
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voice indistinguishable like the wind itself but then it would grow clearer
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louder until you could hear your name being called Soft but insistent echoing
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through the darkness those who had ventured too far into the forest at night and listened
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too long to The Whispers never returned they vanished swallowed whole by the woods leaving only faint Echoes behind
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the villagers knew the stories were true they didn't need proof the fear had been ingrained in them for
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Generations the forest was a place of mystery and Dread a place that no one dared enter once the sun began to set
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Elias was different he was young headstrong and had never quite understood the fear the village held for
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the woods while the elders and parents told their tales of the forest Keepers Elias only saw them as stories myths cre
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Creed to keep the villagers in line he couldn't believe that something as simple as a forest could hold so much
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power over people's lives he had heard the warnings but deep inside he was convinced they were nothing more than
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old Tales exaggerated over the years made to scare children and keep them from wandering too far from
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home tired of the constant fear that ripped the villagers elas decided to test the legend the next evening when
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the village had fallen silent and the moon hung High in the sky he quietly slipped out of his home the others were
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in bed unaware of his Defiance as he approached the edge of the forest he
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could feel the weight of The Village's rule pressing on him he stood at the threshold the Dark Forest stretching out
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before him like a living thing the trees whispered in the wind their branches moving with a strange unnatural Rhythm
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but Elias shook off the unease that crawled up his spine he was certain this was all just superstition
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the first few steps were easy his feet crunched the dry leaves underfoot and the air though cooler felt refreshing he
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walked deeper into the forest his thoughts focused on proving that the stories were just Stories the path was
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narrow but he had walked it many times in the daylight so he knew it well still
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something felt off the air seemed denser now and the quiet felt
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unnatural the usual sounds of the forest the rustling leaves the calls of birds
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were gone the only sound was his heartbeat loud and frantic in his chest
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as he ventured deeper into the woods the Moonlight barely pierced through the thick canopy above Elias's breath grew
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shallow as a cold shiver ran down his spine his thoughts began to cloud with doubt but he pushed on he had come too
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far to turn back now then it came a soft whisper it was so faint that for a
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moment Elias wasn't sure if he had heard it at all he stopped in his tracks
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straining to listen the whisper came again clearer this time
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Elias come closer he froze the voice sounded like his mother
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but somehow it was wrong distorted distant his heart skipped a beat and he
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took a step back it's just the wind it has to be he forced himself to take
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another step forward trying to shake off the creeping feeling of Fear The Whisper came again louder this
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time Elias come closer we've been
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waiting a cold gwing sensation spread through his body alas spun around
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intending to flee but the path he had been following seemed to have disappeared the trees loomed around him
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forming an impenetrable wall the forest felt alive its branches shifting as if
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they had a will of their own trapping him we are waiting for you Elias The Whisper was no longer a voice
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it was an overwhelming presence a pressure that pushed against his mind Elias's pulse raced he could feel the
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eyes of the forest on him staring from the darkness waiting The Whispers grew
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louder more insistent crawling into his thoughts like insects the trees seemed to bend their
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Twisted limbs reaching for him the forest wasn't just watching it was moving toward him Elias turned and began
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to run his breath coming in ragged gasps as his feet pounded the forest floor but
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no matter how fast he ran the forest seemed to shift its Dark Shadows closing
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in around him blocking his Escape then from behind he heard the
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growl a low guttural sound like the rumble of some ancient Beast waking from
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a long Slumber Elias spun around his heart pounding in his chest there was nothing
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there only Darkness but the growl had come from deep within the forest he
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could feel it whatever it was staring at him waiting Elias stumbled his legs weak his
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mind a blur and then through the darkness they emerged
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figures they were not human they were cloaked in Shadows their forms Twisted in Alien like something that had been
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forgotten by time itself their faces were mere voids Hollow and empty and
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their eyes glowed with a faint otherworldly light Elias could feel them in his bones their hunger radiating from
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them like heat you should have listened one of them whispered its voice like the
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rustle of dry leaves before Elias could react the figures lunged at him their
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hands long and bony wrapped around him pulling him into the dark Embrace of the
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forest the Sun Rose but the village was not the same a chill hung in the air and
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an unspoken dread lingered over the town when the villagers woke they quickly noticed that Elias had not
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returned they gathered by the edge of the forest the place where Elias had vanished and searched for him calling
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his name hours passed with no sign of him that afternoon one of the villagers
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an older man named Goran found Elias's body it was lying at the edge of the wood lifeless and cold his face was
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frozen in a look of pure Terror his eyes wide his mouth open as if he had been
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screaming The Village knew the forest had taken him from that day on the rule
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was enforced more strictly than ever the villagers would not speak of Elias or the forest but the legend became more
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real more urgent children were taught to never Step Beyond The Village boundaries at night the elders would speak of Elias
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only in hushed Whispers their voice voes heavy with a knowledge that no one dared
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question the forest waited and once you entered it would never let you leave it
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was past midnight when Jonathan arrived at the roadside in the rain had turned the dirt path into thick mud and his
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boots squelched with every step as he approached the entrance the end was an old wooden structure with a slanted roof
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and flickering lanterns casting Eerie Shadows on the porch he had been traveling all day and exhaustion clung
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to him like a heavy blanket inside the place was nearly empty fire crackled weakly in the Hearth
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and behind the counter stood a hunched old man with a face like dried parchment Jonathan set his wet coat on the nearest
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chair and approached room for the night he asked the old man nodded slowly his
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gaze unreadable I but best you leave at first light Jonathan chuckled storm
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coming in the old man shook his said just leave it Dawn no later too tired to
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argue Jonathan accepted the key and climbed the creaking stairs the room was simple a bed a small table and a single
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window overlooking the dense forest beyond the sheets smelled faintly of damp wood but they were warm and before
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long sleep took him a loud Creek woke him the kind of
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sound wood makes when it shifts under immense weight Jonathan groaned rubbing his eyes the rain had stopped and an
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eerie silence blanketed the room something felt off he sat up and peered through the
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window his breath hitched The View had changed the forest was gone instead an
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open field stretched endlessly beneath the silver glow of the Moon heart pounding he grabbed his coat
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and rushed downstairs the old man was nowhere to be seen the furniture
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remained in place but the air smelled different distant foreign he threw open
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the door and stepped onto the porch his stomach turned the road was gone the
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trees were gone the end stood alone in an unfamiliar landscape he staggered
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back inside trying to make sense of it had he been drugged was this a dream but
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his hands trembled with cold his breath visible in the air this was real then he
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heard it the same Deep Creek like old wood Shifting the floor trembled beneath
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his feet the in was moving not shaking not swaying moving sliding across the
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Earth like a great unseen force was dragging it he rushed to the window again the landscape outside was changing
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shifting Shadows stretched unnaturally under the Moonlight twisting like grasping fingers Jonathan stumbled back
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hard hammering he had to get out he ran for the door but it wouldn't budge the
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locks which had been open moments ago were now sealed shut he banged against it shouting for help but only silence
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answered then the whispering began soft at first like wind through the cracks
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but growing clearer Stay Stay Stay Jonathan spun around the room was empty
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yet the voices surrounded him slipping into his ears like icy tendrils stay with us
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forever anic Sur surged through him he ran upstairs hoping for another exit the
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window he could climb out the window but when he reached his room The View outside had changed again the Inn now
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stood on the edge of a black void a Chasm so deep so endless it swallowed
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the Moonlight itself he staggered back breath coming in ragged gasps this was
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impossible he turned to flee but the door to his room slammed shut on its own
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the walls groaned the whispering grew into a chorus of voices rising in Pitch
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frantic pleading angry Stay don't leave we are trapped you must
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stay Jonathan pressed his hands over his ears shutting his eyes no this isn't
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real the bed trembled the floor tilted slightly as if the entire Inn was being
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pulled somewhere unseen the whispering turned into whales stay with
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us a sudden Force slammed into him knocking him to the floor the room shook
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violently wind howled through the cracks the very walls seemed to pulse like a living thing
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then silence Jonathan opened his eyes the
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room was still the air was Heavy with something unseen but
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suffocating slowly he stood and reached for the door it creeped open
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the hallway was different now longer darker the old wooden floor stretched on
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into Shadows that hadn't been there before Jonathan swallowed hard he wasn't
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in the same Inn anymore he stepped cautiously forward each footstep echoing into the Eerie
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void ahead the candle sconces that once flickered with warmth Now cast a sickly
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Green Glow the hallway seemed endless stretching far beyond what he remembered
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a faint sound like something scraping against wood echoed from the darkness
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ahead Jonathan stopped his breath shallow then a voice soft distant help
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us please Jonathan's pulse raced he wasn't
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alone he edged forward following the voice at the end of the corridor a single door stood a jar revealing
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flickering candle light Beyond he hesitated then pushed it open inside was
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a parlor but it was wrong impossibly large with walls that stretched and
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curved at unnatural angles Shadows cooled in the corners shifting as if
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alive and in the center of the room stood a group of figures they were human
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or at least they had been Their Eyes Were sunken their skin paper thin and
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stretched too tightly over their bones their clothes were from different eras old coats torn night gowns even what
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looked like military uniforms from decades past their mouths moved but no
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sound came except the whispering chorus Jonathan had heard before trapped help us it won't let us
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go Jonathan stumbled back horror creeping into his bones what is this
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place he demanded one of the figures a woman with Hollow eyes and tattered lace
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around her wrists stepped forward it feeds on us on our fear on our memories
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the longer we stay the less we remember until we become part of it Jonathan
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shook his head no there has to be a way out another figure an old man with a
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twisted cane whispered the door the real door it moves you have to find it before
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it moves again Jonathan felt a shutter in the floor beneath him the end was shifting
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once more time was running out he turned and ran bursting back into the Warped
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hallway the in groaned like a living Beast the walls warping as he sprinted
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doors slammed shut behind him forcing him forward
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sidewalk his hands shaking his thoughts unraveling his identity fading and when
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the morning came ashborne continued as if he had never been there at all Story number four Once in a quiet neighborhood
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on the outskirts of town a man named Daniel lived alone in a small unsing house he had moved there for the peace
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and Solitude wanting to escape the noise of the city his days were simple work
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eat sleep nothing ever Disturbed him until the knocking started it was always at exactly 3:00
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a.m. three slow deliberate knocks on his front door first time it happened he
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dismissed it as a prank maybe some kids messing around he checked through the peole but saw nothing the street was
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empty bathed in dim yellow light from the Street Lamp he shook his head locked
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the door and went back to bed the next night happened again three knocks
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measured patient Dani sat up in bed his pulse quickening
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this time he moved to the door more cautiously he peered through the peak hole expecting to see Darkness but
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something was there a figure stood just outside shrouded in
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Shadows the porch light barely illuminated its shap but Daniel could make out the outline of a man his heart
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pounded then the figure spoke Daniel let me in the voice was his own a chill ran
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through him he stumbled back breath catching in his throat this had to be a dream some Twisted trick of his mind he
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squeezed his eyes shut then looked again the figure remained unmoving
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waiting he didn't answer he couldn't instead he crept back to his bedroom
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locked the door and lay in bed with the covers P tight around him waiting for the
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dawn the NY continued every night at the exact the same time always three knots
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always the same whispered plea in his voice Dan stopped checking the people he
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pretended it wasn't happening ignored it but the unease grew inside him sleep
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became impossible he was exhausted at work his nerves fraying his colleagues
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noticed the dark circles under his eyes his distracted demeanor when asked what
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was wrong he almost laughed what would he even say that a shadow of himself was
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knocking at his door every night by the fifth night his curiosity became unbearable he placed a chair by
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the door and waited the clock on the wall ticked steadily M his fingers clenched into
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fists then right on time three knocks his breath hitched the urge to look was
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overwhelming slowly he leaned forward and peered through the peephole his own face stared back at him
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but wasn't a reflection the features were his but distorted the skin was too pale the eyes too dark the mouth curled
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in a grest half smile the thing outside tilted its head as if studying him D it
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whispered open the door Dan stumbled back his mind screaming at him to run he
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pressed his back against the opposite wall hard hammering he wouldn't open the door whatever this thing was he wouldn't
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let it in the knocking stopped silence fell over the house then soft footsteps moved away
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from the porch Daniel didn't sleep that night he considered leaving packing a
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bag checking into a motel driving his far away as possible but the thought of
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coming back to an empty house knowing that thing had been waiting for him sent ice through his
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vein he had to figure out what was happening that night he set up his phone
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to record the the front door the peo directly in its view if something was there he would capture
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it 3:00 a.m. arrived knock knock knock Daniel sat Frozen in his chair
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hands clenched into the armrests he refused to look he let the recording do its job after an agonizing few minutes
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the knocking stopped morning came and with Trembling Hands he checked the video his stomach
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dropped the footage showed the door empty no one knocked no Shadow no figure
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yet the knocking was clear echoing through the audio he saw himself approach the door hesitate and peer
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through the people but what he saw next made his blood turn cold as he looked
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through the people his expression Twisted in horror his recorded self stumbled back in fear just as he had the
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night before but there was nothing there Daniel stared at the screen unable to
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breathe the knocking The Whispers The Thing outside it wasn't real and yet it
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was he had seen it heard it he had felt its presence press against his home a
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realization dawned on him it wasn't trying to get in it was trying to get
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out the next night he barricaded the door he moved a bookshelf against it
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locked every window and waited when 3:00 a.m. arrived he closed his eyes hands
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pressed against his ears knock knock knock the bookshelf trembled the door
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rattled The Whisperers SE through the walls damel please need go
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inside something inside him snapped leave me alone he screamed his
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voice raw the house fell silent the air felt too thick suffocating he barely slept
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waiting for the next night but the knocking never came again Daniel never understood what had
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happened why the presence mimicked him why it wanted inside perhaps it had always been there
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trapped waiting for the right moment he moved away not long after a different
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city a new start the quiet was a relief until one night weeks later when his
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phone buzzed with a notification a motion Al and the camera he had left
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behind his breath caught as he opened the Apple the front door of his old
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house filled the screen and standing outside bathed in the porch light sickly
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glow was himself knocking Story number five once it
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nestled deep within the Appalachian Wilderness there was a town called Hollow Creek it was a quiet unassuming
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place the kind of town where everyone knew one another and secrets were rare
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but but there was one thing the town spoke never spoke of a dark pattern that haunted them like a
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shadow every 30 years on the same cold October night every child in Hollow
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Creek disappeared without a trace the stories were whispered among the elders
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passed down through generations but never acknowledged aloud the parents of the missing children refused to speak
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with it their faces tight with fear and sorrow new families who moved to Hollow Creek always found themselves blind to
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the TR until the cycle came for them and their children vanished like all the rest for
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decades no one dared to challenge the mystery no one dared to question it that is until Thomas Grayson an investigative
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journalist from Chicago arrived Thomas had always been drawn to unsolved cases
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but the legend of Hollow Creek fascinated him beyond anything he had encountered before a town that lost all
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of its children every 30 years with no signs of struggle no bodies and no answers it was the perfect story if he
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could uncover the truth he arrived 2 weeks before Halloween when the town was at its quiet the people were friendly
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but cautious they welcomed him with polite smiles and hesitant nods but when
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he mentioned the disappearances their expressions darkened conversations ended
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abruptly doors closed in his face the more he pressed the colder they
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became but Thomas was relentless he combed through Old Town records looking
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for patterns reading yellowed newspaper clippings that barely mentioned the tragedies it was as if the town itself
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was trying to erase its past the police reports were vague almost indifferent it
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was as if no one had truly investigated then he found something
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strange a name that repeated through history Elijah Mercer the same name that
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appeared in every cycle of disappearances he was always listed as concerned citizen or volunteer search
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party leader yet no one in town seemed to know him the last record with his
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name was from 1993 when the last batch of children had vanished determined
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Thomas passed around but no one recognized the name or rather no one wanted to it was as though he had spoken
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a forbidden word that night he woke to a soft knocking at his Motel door it was 3:00
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a.m. cautiously he peered through the people the hallway was
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empty just as he was about to turn away another knock came this time from his
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window his breath caught in his throat standing in the darkness just beyond the
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glow of the street light was a tall gaunt figure dressed in old-fashioned clothes his face was pale his eyes
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sunken into deep Hollows he smiled at Thomas corners of his lips curling too
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far then he whispered though Thomas could hear as if he was standing right
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beside him curiosity is a dangerous thing Thomas stumbled backward par
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racing by the time he found the courage to look outside again the figure was gone the next morning he doubled his
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efforts he questioned the oldest resident in town an elderly woman named Margaret Kane she had lived through
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three disappearances unlike the others she did not slam the door in space instead she
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sighed motioning for to enter I knew you'd come knocking she murmured and she
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poured him a cup of tea with shaking hands they always do M forward eagerly who the ones who
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want to know the ones who try to stop it she took a slow SI eyes clouded with
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something unreadable and they never leave the chill ran down his spine tell
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me about Elijah Mercer Marg lips tightened she stared past him into something distant and
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horrifying he was the first she whispered first to be taken on round but
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his name appears in records long after the first event because he came back
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Margaret said her voice barely above the breath he came back but he wasn't Elijah
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anymore a heavy silence hung between them Thomas's mouth was dry he liit his
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lips trying to process what he had just heard what happened to him Margaret shook her
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head I don't know no one does but every 30 years he returns he takes the
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children a wave of nausea Twisted in Thomas's gut
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why Margaret's gaze met his and for the first time he saw raw unfiltered Terror
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in her eyes because something took him first Thomas left in in days the old
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woman's words echoing in his skull he had come here for a story but now he
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wasn't sure if he wanted to know the truth anymore that night he barely slept
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the next day the town was even quieter the air was thick with an unspoken dread
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he felt watched followed the people who had once greeted him with polite Smiles
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now avoided his eyes entirely then the sun set Thomas sat in
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his motel room his laptop open but forgot his pulse quickened with every passing
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minute then at exactly midnight he heard it the sound of children laughing he
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bolted upright the laughter wasn't joyful it was distorted echoing
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stretching unnaturally through the night air it sent ice through his veins hard
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hammering he stepped outside the streets were empty but the laughter persisted Whispering through
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the wind then just ahead he saw them children dozens of them standing in the
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middle of the road their faces obscured by Darkness silent
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motionless then they turned to him their Hollow eyes gleaming like dim lanterns Thomas tried to move to run but
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his body felt heavy Frozen in place a figure stepped from the Shadows behind
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them Elijah Mercer he swed that twoo wide smile you should not have
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come the children moved toward him their tiny feet soundless against the pavement Thomas finally found his voice and
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scream but the sound was swallowed by the night the last thing he saw was their hands reaching for him pulling
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them into the darkness days later the motel room was found empty Thomas Grayson had vanished
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Without a Trace just like the children before you the town spoke did not speak of him his name was never written down
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and when Halloween came the cycle began again because Hollow creep never
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forgets but it always takes and it never gives back once in a quiet Town nestled
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between Rolling Hills and dense forests there was a local Legend whispered among the residents a mysterious radio station
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one that didn't exist on any official frequency aired only at midnight it
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played distorted music Eerie sounds and most disturbing distress calls from people who didn't
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exist most people dismissed it as urban legend the kind of story teenagers told
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to scare each other but Daniel Carter a late night radio Enthusiast and amateur
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journalist was fascinated by it it spent years researching the phenomenon
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collecting accounts from people who had allegedly heard the broadcast some spoke of static LA police for help others of
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Chilly messages that seem directed at them specifically one cold Autumn night Daniel decided to
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find the truth armed with his old shortwave radio a notepad and a therace of coffee he sat in his deadly apartment
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scanning the frequencies PM the radio hissed and crackled as he turned the dial static
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filling the room like distant Whispers who nearly gave up until it happened a
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low hum resonated through the speaker followed by the soft Melody of an old jazz song one he didn't recognize the
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tun was War as though it had been played on a broken record Daniel's breath caught in his
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throat as a voice emerged from the static is anyone out there please help
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me Daniel sat up straight his pulse quickening The Voice belonged to a man
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his tongue laced with desperation hello Dan spoken to the
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receiver knowing overwhelm that the broadcast wasn't interactive who is this
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D it crackled followed by a heavy silence then the voice returned they're
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coming I don't have much time please if anyone is listening a sharp Screech
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interrupted the broadcast making Daniel Wentz the signal faded For a Moment repaced by Soft breathing then a whisper
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barely audible they see me Daniel's skin prickled he leaned closer resting the
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dial but the broadcast dissolved into static the Clock Struck midnight the station was gone AR bounding he
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scribbled notes furiously detailing the words the distortions the exact
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frequency his rational mind searched for explanations perhaps an old transmission bouncing through the atmosphere an
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abandoned station unknowingly activated yet deep down something about the voice unsettled him determined he returned the
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next night at exactly 11:59 the signal returned help me The Voice pleaded
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weaker this time please I don't want to die Daniel's stomach
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Twisted the sound of heavy footsteps echoed faintly in the background followed by a metallic clatter as if
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something had fallen then breathing ragged terrified they found me a sharp shriek
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cut through the signal then nothing silence the broadcast ending Daniel sat
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Frozen his hands gripping the radio like a Lifeline was this a HX a forgotten frequency playing old recordings but
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something in the voice it felt real too real over the next week he listened
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every night The Voice grew weaker with each transmission the man's desperation
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intensifying Daniel pieced together fragments of the story the man who never gave his name was trapped somewhere
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pursued by something unseen he spoke of Shadows moving in the dark of Whispers
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that slithered through the air I can hear them he murmured on the fourth night they whisper my name Daniel
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couldn't sleep The Voice haunted him lingering in his thoughts long after the radio had gone silent he scoured
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archives old newspapers anything that might hint at missing persons or abandoned stations but there was nothing
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it was as if the broadcasts were ghosts Echoes from nowhere then on the seventh
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night everything changed as Daniel tuned in Expecting The Familiar plea the voice was different it
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wasn't a stranger this time it was his own Daniel it whispered they're
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here Daniel's blood ran cold he scrambled back from the radio with
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breath coming in sharp gasps this wasn't possible his own voice pleading
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terrifying played back at him through the speaker they see me
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a sharp knock rattled his apartment door Daniel's breath hitched the room felt
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colder the air heavy with something unseen he turned toward the door his heart hammering in his chest another KN
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louder this time the radio crackled the voice his voice spoke again don't open
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it the KN turned into pounding a frantic insistent Rhythm Shadows slithered
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beneath the door stretching unnaturally along the floor Daniel backed away his
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mind screaming for him to wake up for this to be some terrible dream the radio
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whined with static then the voice whispered one final message they're
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already inside the lights flickered the counting stopped silence fell over the
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room like a suffocating blanket Daniel stood motionless ears straining for any
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sound the Shadows by the door had vanished slowly he turned back to the radio it
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was off the frequency was gone for the first time in his life he wished he had
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never listened Story number seven once on the outskirts of a small unremarkable
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Town stood a house that had been abandoned for decades it was a house with a history one that no one wanted to
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speak of and for good reason the house was not just haunted it was
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alive the Wilkerson family did not believe in ghost stories when they found the house listed at an unbelievably low
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price they jumped at the opportunity a sprawling Victorian home complete with a
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wraparound porch in a spacious backyard seemed like the perfect place to start over it didn't matter that it had been
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empty for years or that the real estate agent hesitated before answering their questions about its past to them it was
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just an old house in need of love the first night was peaceful the family
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James and Laura along with their two children Emily and Ben settled in without trouble the air smelled of dust
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and old wood but it was nothing a little cleaning wouldn't fix the floors creeped
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under their weight the walls groaned as the temperature changed but that was normal old houses made noise but not
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like this it started with Whispers not voices not words just the sensation of
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sound slithering through the Halls soft and fleeting at first Laura dismissed it as
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the wind sneaking through unseen cracks but then came the breathing late at
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night when the world outside was silent the house would exhale a slow steady
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breath that rippled through the walls and beneath the floorboards it was as though the entire structure were
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inhaling holding it and then releasing with a hollow sign James joked that the
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house was settling but Laura could see the unease in his eyes Emily and Ben noticed it too Emily
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the older of the two complained about her bedroom shifting during the night the walls move she said eyes wide with
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something between fear and curiosity I wake up and my bed is closer to the door
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then too young to articulate his fear simply refused to sleep alone every
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night he would slip into his parents' bed shaking unable to explain why then
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the house began to change Laura swore the staircase was different one morning the steps seemed
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steeper the banister rougher the wallpaper in the hallway faded blue
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roses looked duller more wilted when she mentioned it to James he
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Shrugged it off it's just the lighting he said but he didn't meet her
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eyes the next night Laura woke up gasping she had felt something a pressure an invisible force pressing
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down on her chest she turned away James but he already W sitting up staring at
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the ceiling did you feel that she whispered James nodded slowly the house
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was breathing Laura clutched the blanket tighter it's just an old house she said
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though even she didn't believe it anymore ages grew more drastic the hallway to the bedroom seemed longer
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stretching Into Darkness doors that once led to closets now open to empty rooms
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that hadn't been there before Emily screamed one morning when she found her bedroom window had moved from one wall
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to another overnight the family tried to ignore it what else could they do they had spent
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their savings on this house they had nowhere else to go then came the
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voices they started as murmurs rising from the floors Whispering from the
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vents they didn't speak in words just hisses and gasps like something trying
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to form language but failing at night they grew louder circling the
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beds breathing from behind their ears Laura tried to record the sounds
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but the recordings always came out distorted just static interspersed with
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the occasional guttural moment James stopped sleeping Emily kept waking up in
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different rooms Ben wouldn't stop crying and the house kept changing one night James awoke to the
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sound of footsteps pacing outside their bedroom door he assumed it was Emily sleepwalking again but when he opened the door the
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hallway was gone in his place was a long dark Corridor that stretched far beyond the dimensions of the house something
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moved at the end of it a shape a shadow no not a shadow something darker
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something that seemed to absorb the dim light around it James slammed the door and locked it
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he didn't sleep for the rest of the night the next morning the hallway was back to normal but James wasn't we need
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to leave he told Laura she didn't argue they packed what little they could
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waking the children in the dead of night Ben clung to Laura's neck whing Emily
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was silent her wide eyes darting around as if expecting the walls to move at any moment they made it to the front door
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James Twisted the knob it wouldn't budge he pulled harder the door didn't move
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the back door Laura said pan exceedingly to her voice they ran to the kitchen the
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back door was gone in its place was a solid wall of brick as if the house had never had an exit James grabbed a chair
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and swung it out the window the glass didn't shatter it didn't even crack the
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house groaned a deep guttural sound that rumbled beneath their feet and then it
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breathed the walls expanded and contracted the floor pulsed beneath them
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the air grew thick alive Emily screamed Ben clung to Laura
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sobbing James pounded on the walls his fists bruising against the unyielding
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surface The Whispers grew louder merging into a singular droning voice it was not
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welcoming it was not kind you belong to me the house shuttered the ceiling
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stretched upward the floorboards Twisted beneath their feet the walls closed in pressing tighter suffocating
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and then darkness when the neighbors finally grew
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suspicious of the berson's absence they called the police the house stood silent unchanged
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as if it had been abandoned for years the authorities found no signs of struggle no furniture no belongings no
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people just an empty house breathing waiting hungry no one buys the Wilkerson
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house anymore still stands waiting for its next family the town refuses to
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speak of it the real estate agent's number has long been disconnected but every now and then on quiet nights
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Masters by swear they can hear it a slow steady
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breath waiting another story once in the Sleepy
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town of brindlewood the fog rolled in thick every night swallowing the streets in a ghostly white Veil the town's spoke
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had long grown accustomed to it moving through the Mist like Shadows their lanterns casting weak flickering halos
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in the dense air but there was one thing they never spoke of the figure that appeared with the fog he stood at the
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edge of the Town Square unmoving a shadowy silhouette against the swirling gray always watching always waiting no
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one had ever seen him arrive no one had ever seen him leave and worst of all no
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one had ever dared to approach him it was said that he never moved never spoke
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until one night when he knocked on someone's window Nathan Cole was a man of Reason a
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historian who had returned to brenwood after years in the city he scof at the Town superstitions ghosts curses Legends
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they were nothing more than stories meant to keep children from wandering the streets at night so when he first
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heard the man in the fog he dismissed it as another one of those tales that was
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before he saw him with his own eyes Nathan had spent the evening in the town archives pouring over old records for a
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book he was writing on R Wood's history by the time he stepped out of the library the fog had already settled in
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he pulled his coat tighter around him and started the walk home it was then as he passed through the square he saw him
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a tall figure standing motionless near the Old Clock Tower Nathan stopped the
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fog curled around the figure's feet like living tles shrouding his features and
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obscurity but even through the Mist Nathan could feel it an unnatural
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Stillness a wrongness that sent an involuntary shiver down his
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spine he told himself it was nothing just some lost Traver or a trick of the
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fog he hurried home locked the door behind him and poured himself a
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drink that night he awoke to a sound that turned his blood to ice n
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knock knock his breath caught in his throat the sound was deliberate slow
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coming from his bedroom window he turned his head hard hammering fog outside was
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thick as ever swirling against the glass and standing just beyond it barely visible through the haze was the
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silhouette of a man Nathan shot upright scrambling backward in bed his mind raced it
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couldn't be his house was on the second the floor there was no balcony no ledge
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no way anyone could be standing there knock knock knock the same slow
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deliberate Rhythm not impatient not demanding just waiting Nathan didn't
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move he didn't breathe the figure did not either then For the First Time The Man
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spoke Nathan his voice was low distant like the wind whistling through a graveyard
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Nathan's stomach Twisted he had never heard this voice before and yet it felt familiar he
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wanted to run he wanted to scream but his body refused to move Nathan The
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Voice came again closer this time though the figure had not moved
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lean Nathan squeezed his eyes shut this wasn't real this couldn't be real he
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built himself s to wake up to shake free from the nightmare but when he opened his eyes the figure was still there the
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fog th pressing against the glass like a living thing the knob came again softer
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now more insistent knock knock Nathan's breath came in Shallow
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gasps then just as suddenly as it had started the knocking stopped the figure
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was gone the next morning the town was a buzz a man named Thomas Gra had been
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found dead in his home his window wide open his face Frozen in a mask of Terror
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Nathan felt sick he needed to know what was happening he needed answers he
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returned to the archives searching for anything any mention of the man in the fog and he found it an old newspaper
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clipping dated over a century ago local man found dead after strange knocking at
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his window authori B Witnesses claimed to have seen a shadow in the fog
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Nathan's hands trembled as he flipped through more records the same story appeared again and again spanning
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decades always the same pattern a man in the fog a knock at the window a death
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the following day and then one final entry that made his blood run
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cold once the man calls your name There Is No Escape Nathan sat Frozen his mind racing
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the figure had called his name that night the fog rolled in and thicker than ever Nathan locked every
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door every window yet still he felt it the presence lurking just beyond the
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Mist at exactly midnight the knocking began knock knock knock Nathan clenched
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his fists willing himself to stay still if he ignored it maybe just maybe it
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would go away but then came the voice Nathan it was closer now right outside
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the door pulse pounded the lights flickered Shadows moved where they
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shouldn't Nathan this time it was a whisper in his ear chill ran down his spine as the
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realization dawned the man was already inside and the fog was closing
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