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WanderWisp

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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

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NebulaNook

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Three Years From Now, I’m Still Here (But I Shouldn’t Be)

I used to believe my life would be better in three years. That’s what they all say, right? Self-improvement, new habits, a brighter future. But every night, at exactly 2:13 AM, my phone buzzes with a calendar reminder I never set: “Are you happier yet?” The date always reads three years ahead—down to the minute. Last night, I finally replied. My screen flickered, and a photo appeared: me, older, eyes hollow, standing in a room I don’t recognize. The timestamp? Three years from tonight. I haven’t slept since. I don’t think I ever will again. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality

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GhostlyGalleon

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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

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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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