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ㅤㅤㅤⓘ Night ten it played, again, and again.
ㅤㅤㅤA loop of madness, dread, and pain 🫀.
ㅤㅤㅤAnd in the static’s hiss and glare,
ㅤㅤㅤDan felt a gaze… 🪬 still watching there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWe Know You Here.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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Adam vanished. No calls, no signs %. Dan, worried, visited his house with a night vision camera. The door hung open. Power was out. Upstairs, a monitor flickered—playing the same footage: Night 10. The figure. Dan tried to flee. The door locked behind him. Adam appeared—twisted, screaming🩸. Dan escaped through the back, but the alley gate was sealed. A noise behind him. Then silence.

Later, Adam spoke of the entity. He wanted answers. Dan warned him—use a 🌡️. In the kitchen cupboard, ➵ Adam found the cold. He set up a radio. No response—until something moved. 🪝??

Then a voice: “No.”

≛ In the attic: a photo of Adam, defaced. He called Dan, shaken. “Don’t talk to it,” Dan said. “Wait for me.” But Adam searched for the camera’s box. The return address? Burned away. He called Alfie in anger. Alfie denied it. 🪦

Then, softly, the house answered: “Liar.”

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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿

ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ    AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ    HUMS LOUDER THAN
        ANY SCREAM?

ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
     strange shapes, like laughter
   echoing from an empty hallway,
      or the clink of silverware.

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Our shadows across the hallway, @TheMeirhart, @KaishuSoke, @Monstaesan & @Clarkinside. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.

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💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,

         📿. @PARANOVRMAL.

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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿

ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ    AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ    HUMS LOUDER THAN
        ANY SCREAM?

ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
     strange shapes, like laughter
   echoing from an empty hallway,
      or the clink of silverware.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Our shadows across the hallway, @OdWendissel. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,

         📿. @PARANOVRMAL.

ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿

ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ    AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ    HUMS LOUDER THAN
        ANY SCREAM?

ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
     strange shapes, like laughter
   echoing from an empty hallway,
      or the clink of silverware.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Our shadows across the hallway, @EverbloomTales & @HomeOfSwift. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,

         📿. @PARANOVRMAL.

ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿

ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ    AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ    HUMS LOUDER THAN
        ANY SCREAM?

ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
     strange shapes, like laughter
   echoing from an empty hallway,
      or the clink of silverware.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Our shadows across the hallway, @SerenityOfEnami & @TheDeadIock. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,

         📿. @PARANOVRMAL.

ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿

ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ    AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ    HUMS LOUDER THAN
        ANY SCREAM?

ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
     strange shapes, like laughter
   echoing from an empty hallway,
      or the clink of silverware.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Our shadows across the hallway, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, and @DeBlancFamilie. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,

         📿. @PARANOVRMAL.