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You can walk through an old forest and find pieces of lives that have almost disappeared. A broken fence. An old foundation. A cabin slowly being taken back by the trees…. You stop and wonder who was there before you. Who lived there? Why did they leave? What happened to the people who once called that place home? Usually, there’s no answer… Just the remains.

It can start small. A message. A follow request. Someone checking your profile a little too often.. At first, it’s easy to ignore. Maybe they’re just curious. Maybe they like you. Maybe they’re just being a little weird. Then it keeps happening… It usually builds up It can feel good. Until you realize they’re noticing a little too much.. They know where you usually go.

People say they don’t like dark stories, but somehow they’ll still end up watching a story about a stalker at 2 in the morning, alone in their room. Fear is weird like that.. There’s something about not knowing The unknown gets under people’s skin. When there isn’t an answer, the mind starts making one. You hear something downstairs. Probably nothing. Then you hear it again.