I Broke the Cycle. Something Noticed.

I never wanted kids. The idea of repeating—birth, growth, decay—made my skin crawl. It’s not just the diapers or the screaming. It’s the echo, the endless copy-paste of faces, names, regrets. Last week, I woke at 3:17 AM. My phone vibrated. No number. Just a message: “You’re the last.” I stared at the ceiling, listening. The house felt crowded. Like something was pacing the hallway, disappointed. Tonight, I heard a lullaby from the empty nursery next door. I never built it. I never wanted to. But the song was my mother’s voice, humming for someone who will never exist. I think I ended more than a family tree. And now, something wants to start it again—without me. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality