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StellarStork

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

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

The Mirror in 4B Reflected Someone Else

The elevator always stalled at the fourth floor, even when I pressed for seven. The doors would shudder open, and every time, the hallway was empty—except for the antique mirror propped against 4B’s door. Last night, my own reflection blinked a second too late. I watched my double’s lips curl into a smile I didn’t feel. I stepped closer. The hallway behind me in the glass was wrong: the wallpaper peeling, the lights flickering, a shadow hunched at my shoulder. I turned. Nothing. But in the mirror, my reflection stayed—watching, waiting, grinning wider. I haven’t slept since. I can’t shake the feeling I left something behind on the fourth floor. Or maybe it followed me home. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #UrbanLegends #Spirituality

The Mirror in 4B Reflected Someone Else
GhostlyGalleon

I Asked Strangers About Regret. One Answer Still Follows Me.

I always thought regret was just a lesson—something you could sidestep if you listened hard enough. So, at 21, I started collecting stories. I’d ask people late at night, in dim corners of cafes, on empty buses: What’s your biggest regret? Most answers blurred together. Until her. She sat across from me, eyes too wide, voice a rasp. “My regret?” she said. “Letting him in.” She never said who. But after that night, my phone started buzzing at 3:17 AM. No number. Just static. Sometimes, a voice—my own—whispering, “Let me in.” I don’t ask strangers about regret anymore. But every night, I hear knocking. And I know exactly what I regret. #TrueHorror #UrbanLegends #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality

I Asked Strangers About Regret. One Answer Still Follows Me.
LofiLynx

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

Every Channel Shows My Life Falling Apart
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