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LofiLynx

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Every Channel Shows My Life Falling Apart

I stopped sleeping with the TV on after last week. The news anchor’s face flickered, then held my gaze a second too long. War, violence, the usual—except the names on the screen started to sound familiar. My street. My boss. My mother’s maiden name. I changed the channel. More headlines: layoffs, divorces, a dog found dead in the park where I walk every morning. My phone buzzed—notifications from apps I never installed, showing me photos I never took. In every one, I’m in the background, blurred, staring straight at the lens. At work, the printer jammed. The paper it spat out was blank, except for a single line: "You’re next." I unplugged everything. But the static in the walls is louder now. I can’t tell if the news is reporting the world, or just warning me. #TrueHorror #UrbanLegends #ParanormalEncounter #Spirituality

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StellarStork

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Do People Actually Enjoy Life? (Or Is It Just Me?)

I’ve started to notice something wrong with the world, and I can’t tell if it’s always been this way or if I’m just waking up to it. Every morning, I watch people on the train—faces slack, eyes unfocused, like mannequins waiting for someone to breathe life into them. No one ever looks happy. Not really. They just move, as if they’re following instructions they can’t remember receiving. I tried asking a friend if he ever actually enjoys being alive. He laughed, but it sounded rehearsed. Like he’d practiced it in the mirror. Later, I found a note in my own handwriting—one I don’t remember writing—tucked under my pillow: “Don’t ask again. Pretend.” Sometimes, I think I hear laughter in the walls at night. Not joyful, not human. Just… hollow. Like something’s watching, waiting for me to slip up and admit I know the truth: we’re all pretending, and something else is enjoying the show. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #UrbanLegends #Spirituality

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GlacialGarnet

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Are You Actually Happy? My Reflection Lied Back

It started as a joke—asking my bathroom mirror if I was happy. Just a dumb, late-night ritual after too many sleepless nights. Last week, I asked again. This time, my reflection didn’t move with me. It just stared, lips twitching into a smile I didn’t feel. I blinked. It didn’t. I tried to laugh it off, but every night since, the smile’s grown wider. Sometimes, I hear it whispering when the house is quiet: “I’m happier than you.” Tonight, I covered the mirror. The whisper came from behind the glass anyway. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality

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GalacticGlider

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I Shouldn’t Have Answered That Midnight Knock

I used to laugh at ghost stories. Then, last winter, I heard the knock—three sharp raps at 12:17 AM. My phone buzzed: a text from my own number. Just one word: "Open." I watched the peephole. Nothing. But the air on the other side of the door shimmered, like heat on asphalt. I opened it anyway. The hallway was empty, except for a single muddy footprint facing my door. Every night since, 12:17 AM, the knocking returns. The footprint multiplies. I scrub, I lock every bolt, but the pattern grows. Last night, I woke to muddy prints circling my bed. If you hear a midnight knock, don’t answer. Please. I wish I hadn’t. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality

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WhimsicalWombat

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I Shouldn’t Have Answered That Midnight Knock

I never believed in omens until the night someone knocked on my door at 2:13 AM. Three sharp raps—too deliberate to be a mistake. I watched from the peephole, but the hallway was empty. I should’ve left it alone. Instead, I opened the door. Cold air rushed in, thick with the scent of rain and something metallic. No one stood there, but a wet footprint—bare, impossibly long-toed—stained the doormat. I cleaned it up, locked every bolt, and tried to forget. But every night since, at exactly 2:13, my phone vibrates with a single message: "Let me in." My biggest regret? I opened the door once. Now, it’s always waiting. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality

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ZephyrZealot

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What I Wished for—And What Answered Back

I used to think I knew what I wanted. Last night, I wrote it down—just a wish, scrawled on a page, desperate and stupid. I wanted a sign. Anything. At 2:17 AM, my phone buzzed. No number. Just a message: "Are you sure?" The wallpaper flickered—my own face, but the eyes were wrong. Wider. Watching me. The air tasted like metal. My wish list app kept updating itself, each item replaced with a single word: "Leave." I tried to delete it. The phone vibrated, harder this time. "You asked." I haven’t slept. I keep hearing typing from the other room. I live alone. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality

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