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**šļø The Dark Side of Horror Is More Real Than You Thinkā¦**
They say horror movies are just fiction. But what if some of the *scariest* stories come from real-life cases? What if the whispers, the shadows, the eyes in the mirrorā¦ arenāt just on screen?
In this video, I reveal the **darkest secrets of horror**ātrue tales, cursed rituals, hidden screams, and terrifying encounters that go far beyond what youāve seen in films. These stories will crawl under your skin and keep you awake long after the video ends.
If you're brave enough to face what's hiding in the dark, hit play.
Just donāt forget to check behind you... and whatever you doā**donāt look in the mirror.**
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They say horror movies are just fiction. But what if some of the *scariest* stories come from real-life cases? What if the whispers, the shadows, the eyes in the mirrorā¦ arenāt just on screen?
In this video, I reveal the **darkest secrets of horror**ātrue tales, cursed rituals, hidden screams, and terrifying encounters that go far beyond what youāve seen in films. These stories will crawl under your skin and keep you awake long after the video ends.
If you're brave enough to face what's hiding in the dark, hit play.
Just donāt forget to check behind you... and whatever you doā**donāt look in the mirror.**
šÆļø *Watch alone if you dare.*
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00:00I never believed that horror was real, not really, until I uncovered these secrets, dark, buried truths that don't belong in any movie, because they're too real.
00:11They say fear comes from the unknown, but what happens when you finally know the truth and wish you never did?
00:17Tonight, I'm going to share dark secrets of horror that will make you question everything you thought was safe.
00:23And I warn you, once you hear them, you won't sleep the same again.
00:27They say the mirror never lies, but what if I told you to hide something, something old, something watching, something waiting for the perfect moment, when you're most vulnerable, alone, and unaware.
00:40You lean in to brush your teeth, wash your face, and adjust your hair, never thinking that maybe, just maybe, you're not the only one looking in.
00:49That thought never really bothered me until last winter.
00:51I was researching urban legends for a personal project, compiling creepy stories, diving deep into the weird and terrifying things people whisper about late at night, but pretend to forget in the morning.
01:03Ghost tales, sleep paralysis demons, shadow men, but one kept showing up again and again, not just as folklore, as something much darker, something that felt too detailed to be made up.
01:15It was a case out of Chicago.
01:16I stumbled on it through a re-edited thread about real-life horror stories.
01:21Someone had linked to an old newspaper clipping.
01:23The headline read,
01:25Woman discovers intruder living behind bathroom mirror.
01:28That alone was enough to give me chills.
01:31But it was what came next that unsettled me.
01:34According to the article, in 2002, a woman named Ruthie, she was a nursing student living alone in a small apartment,
01:42had been hearing odd sounds in her bathroom at night.
01:44Scraping, tapping, breathing.
01:47She thought it was just bad plumbing or rats.
01:50Maintenance came and checked everything.
01:52Nothing.
01:53Then, one night while brushing her teeth, she swore she saw something move behind the mirror.
01:58Just a flicker.
01:59Like the glass wasn't reflecting, but showing.
02:02She called the police.
02:04They responded, assuming it was stress or paranoia.
02:08Maybe even drugs.
02:09But one officer decided to check the mirror anyway.
02:12What he found still haunts me.
02:13The mirror wasn't bolted to the wall.
02:15It was hanging loosely, framed like decoration.
02:18Behind it, a square hole.
02:20Dark, deep hollow.
02:22A void.
02:23And it wasn't empty.
02:24There was a crawlspace.
02:25A narrow, dust-covered tunnel that ran between apartment walls.
02:29And in it, crouched low and unmoving, was a man.
02:33Thin.
02:34Filthy.
02:35Hollow-eyed.
02:35He had been living inside the walls, sneaking between units, stealing food, and watching tenants through their bathroom mirrors.
02:44For months.
02:45They said he was homeless.
02:46Deranged.
02:47But that didn't explain the journal they found with him.
02:50Pages and pages filled with names, times, and sketches.
02:54Ruthie's name was there.
02:55Times she woke up.
02:57Times she showered.
02:58What she wore.
02:59What she said on the phone.
03:00Her mirror time.
03:01I read that phrase, and it stopped me cold.
03:04Mirror time.
03:05After police arrested him, he wouldn't speak.
03:07Not a word.
03:08Just smiled.
03:09Later, he tried to bite one of the officers at booking.
03:12The papers called him, the mirror man.
03:14What chilled me more, was that when I started looking into other police reports in surrounding cities, I found similar cases.
03:21Hidden.
03:22Buried.
03:23In 2005, a man in Detroit claimed he found a tunnel behind his mirror.
03:28Empty, but signs of recent activity.
03:30Food wrappers.
03:31Old clothes.
03:33In 2008, a woman in Cincinnati discovered strange footprints in the dust behind her medicine cabinet, after her dog barked incessantly at the wall for three nights.
03:42In 2011, a college student in Boston went missing.
03:47Her roommate said she'd been hearing whispering from the pipes behind their shared wall for weeks.
03:52They later found a small hatch behind a mirror in the dorm bathroom.
03:56It led nowhere.
03:57And yet, the wood inside showed claw marks.
04:00I felt obsessed.
04:02I was no longer just researching urban legends.
04:04I was uncovering something real.
04:07Something crawling in the spaces between drywall and sanity.
04:09One night, I sat alone in my apartment, reading over old case files and blogs, and I noticed something disturbing.
04:17Many of the reported victims, those who saw movement in mirrors, who heard breathing through the tiles, had a common trait.
04:25They all lived in older buildings.
04:27Pre-1990s.
04:29Most of them with questionable maintenance histories.
04:32Guess what kind of building I live in?
04:33That realization hit me like a punch.
04:36I stood up immediately and walked to my bathroom.
04:38I looked at the mirror, really looked.
04:41It had always been loose, slightly tilted at the edge.
04:44I always assumed it was just poor installation.
04:46I grabbed the frame and tugged gently.
04:49It wobbled.
04:50Something about the silence behind it felt wrong.
04:53Too hollow.
04:54I got a screwdriver and pried it off.
04:56Behind it was a gap.
04:57Not deep, but definitely more space than a simple mirror backing should allow.
05:02A few inches of darkness.
05:03Cold air hit my face.
05:05I reached my phone over and snapped a picture with flash.
05:08The image showed a tunnel.
05:10Long, narrow.
05:11Lined with dust and insulation.
05:13And in the far back, just at the edge of visibility, was something that looked like a boot.
05:18I couldn't move for a minute.
05:20My hands shook.
05:21I stared at the screen, zooming in again and again.
05:25But no matter how many times I looked, I saw the same thing.
05:28A boot.
05:29Attacked to a leg.
05:30Bent.
05:31Like someone had just ducked out of frame.
05:32I backed away from the mirror.
05:34I didn't call the police.
05:35I don't know why.
05:37Part of me thought I was imagining it.
05:39Part of me didn't want to disturb whatever I had just seen.
05:42I put the mirror back and didn't sleep that night.
05:45But that was just the beginning.
05:46The next day, I noticed small things.
05:48My cereal box was slightly turned the wrong way.
05:51My toothpaste cap wasn't where I left it.
05:53And my cat, usually fearless, refused to enter the bathroom.
05:58She'd hiss.
05:59Her fur raised.
06:00And back away from the door.
06:01I started keeping notes.
06:04Times.
06:05Sounds.
06:06Smells.
06:07The air near the bathroom had a strange scent.
06:09Like damp wooden sweat.
06:11On the fourth night, I heard something that made my blood run cold.
06:15I was half asleep when I heard a low creak.
06:17Then the unmistakable sound of breathing.
06:20Not mine.
06:21It was coming from the wall.
06:22I grabbed my phone, opened a voice recorder, and held it up to the mirror.
06:27After a few minutes, I heard a faint tap.
06:29Then another.
06:30Then silence.
06:32The next morning, I played it back.
06:34And what I heard made me nauseous.
06:36At minute two, a voice whispered.
06:39You saw me.
06:40That was all.
06:41Quiet.
06:42Raspy.
06:42Confident.
06:43I left my apartment for a week.
06:45Stayed with a friend.
06:46Didn't tell them why.
06:48Just said I needed a break.
06:49But I kept thinking.
06:51If someone was in my walls, who else might they be watching?
06:54If there are tunnels in my building, there must be more.
06:57And the worst part?
06:58I couldn't stop wondering.
06:59What if it wasn't just a man?
07:01I went back during the day with a flashlight and a GoPro taped to a stick.
07:05Removed the mirror and pushed the camera into the gap.
07:09The feed was shaky and full of dust.
07:11But after about two feet, it turned.
07:14A right angle.
07:15There was a tunnel.
07:16A real one.
07:17Carved through plaster and beams.
07:19Wide enough to crawl.
07:20And inside it.
07:21Blankets.
07:22Food wrappers.
07:24A notebook.
07:24I pulled it out with a hook.
07:26Inside were sketches.
07:27People.
07:28All from shoulders up.
07:30All staring at mirrors.
07:31One of them was me.
07:32Same shirt I wore two weeks ago.
07:34Same hair.
07:35Same expression I had when brushing my teeth.
07:38Same scar near my eyebrow.
07:39I dropped a notebook.
07:41I couldn't breathe.
07:42I started to cry.
07:43Something between panic and disbelief.
07:46Because that sketch, it had only one difference for me.
07:48The reflection in the mirror wasn't mine.
07:51It was someone else.
07:52With hollow eyes.
07:54Smiling.
07:55I moved out that day.
07:56Broke my lease.
07:57Told the landlord I had a family emergency.
08:00I didn't sleep well for weeks.
08:02But didn't end there.
08:03Sometimes, even in my new place, I'll catch myself staring into the mirror too long.
08:08And every now and then, I swear, just for a second, my reflection lags behind.
08:14I've taped all the mirrors in my home.
08:16I don't care how crazy it sounds.
08:19Because I've learned the truth.
08:20The terrifying, skin-crawling truth.
08:23The man behind the mirror wasn't just some deranged drifter.
08:26He was part of something larger.
08:28A web of people, or things, that exist in the margins.
08:33The spaces behind walls.
08:35The shadows and reflections.
08:37The eyes behind the glass.
08:38They feed on attention.
08:40On fear.
08:41On the act of being watched and watching.
08:43I think about Ruthie a lot.
08:44I wonder if she still checks her mirror, every night.
08:48I know I do.
08:49And after hearing this, you probably will too.
08:51So tonight, when you're brushing your teeth, or washing your face, don't lean in too close.
08:56Don't turn off the light, before you're done.
08:59Because if you ever see your reflection smile, when you didn't, don't blink.
09:03And whatever you do, don't tear your back.
09:06Now, coming to our second story.
09:08I've worked as a sound editor for ten years.
09:09People think horror films are all about jump scares and blood, but they're wrong.
09:14What really unsettles people is the sound.
09:17It's the low frequencies you barely notice.
09:20The silence that stretches just a little too long.
09:23And the scream that doesn't sound like it's coming from the actor, but from something else entirely.
09:28I never believed in the supernatural.
09:30My job was simple.
09:31Clean up the raw audio.
09:33Sync the dialogue.
09:34Build the sound design.
09:35And move on to the next project.
09:37It wasn't art.
09:38It was work.
09:39But all that changed with one project.
09:41The film was called Echo Chamber.
09:44An indie horror flick about a woman haunted by voices she hears in recordings.
09:48Ironic, considering what happened to me.
09:50I was freelancing out of a small studio in Glendale.
09:53It was late October, and the post-production team was swamped with projects trying to hit the Halloween release window.
10:00I didn't even meet the director.
10:02Just got the hard drive delivered with all the raw takes and a folder of notes.
10:05Simple enough.
10:07They wanted the screams cleaned up.
10:09Some background on removed.
10:10Maybe a few added effects to thicken the atmosphere.
10:13Standard stuff.
10:15It was a Tuesday night when I heard it the first time.
10:17I was going through take 17 of scene 43.
10:20A shot where the actress runs through a hallway screaming.
10:23Nothing special.
10:24Just your standard sprint and screech.
10:26I isolated her vocal track, running as spectral denies to clean up the mic fuzz.
10:31And then, in the waveform, I saw something weird.
10:35An irregular bump.
10:36Barely perceptible.
10:38Like a whisper tucked beneath her main scream.
10:40Curious.
10:41I soloed that frequency range and boosted it.
10:44The room around me got very, very still.
10:46At first, it sounded like static.
10:48Just wind or electrical hum.
10:50But then, deep in the low end, there was a voice.
10:53Soft.
10:54Cracked.
10:55Begging.
10:56Don't let them see me.
10:57It wasn't part of the take.
10:59I scrubbed back and forth, playing it again.
11:01It was definitely there.
11:03But it didn't sound like the actress.
11:04The voice was off.
11:06Like it had been recorded on another mic older.
11:08Farther away.
11:09But clear.
11:10I checked the metadata.
11:12Thinking maybe it was a sound effect embedded by accident.
11:15Nothing.
11:16No added layers.
11:17Just raw dialogue.
11:18I felt cold.
11:19Not scared exactly.
11:21More like, off balance.
11:23You know that sensation when someone whispers your name in a crowd and you turn around.
11:27But no one's there.
11:29That's what it felt like.
11:30Still, I chalked it up to corrupted data.
11:33Glitches happen all the time in audio.
11:35I labeled the track for review and moved on.
11:38But then things got stranger.
11:40The next night, I was working on another scene when I heard a scream.
11:43But not from the film.
11:45It came from inside the studio.
11:47Now, you need to understand.
11:49My studio is soundproof.
11:51Completely isolated.
11:52It has to be.
11:53No outside sound can get in.
11:55And none can get out.
11:56I sat still for a moment.
11:58Heart pounding.
11:59Listening.
12:00Nothing.
12:01I stood up.
12:02Checked the hallway.
12:03Empty.
12:04Thought maybe someone outside dropped something or slammed a door.
12:07But the building was practically deserted.
12:09Most editors work from home now.
12:11I was one of the few left who preferred the silence of the studio.
12:15When I sat back down, I checked the playback log.
12:18It showed no audio playing when I heard the scream.
12:20Nothing had come from the system.
12:22No files open.
12:23No error tones.
12:25No rogue media.
12:26Dead silence.
12:27That's when I decided to revisit the strange whisper from scene 43.
12:31I opened it again and played the same section.
12:34This time, it was louder.
12:36Don't let them see me.
12:38Clearer.
12:38Not distorted.
12:39Not hidden.
12:40It was like the voice had moved closer.
12:43I shut everything down and went home early that night.
12:45But I couldn't sleep.
12:47I kept thinking about how the voice sounded scared.
12:50Not threatening.
12:50It was as if it wasn't trying to haunt me.
12:53It was trying to warn me.
12:54And there was something else.
12:56When I listened to it again in my head, the words didn't seem complete.
13:00They felt like the second part of a conversation.
13:02The end of a sentence.
13:03By Thursday, things had escalated.
13:06I started hearing sounds outside of the sessions.
13:08My headphones would pick up faint breathing, even when nothing was playing.
13:13I thought it was feedback, maybe interference from my phone.
13:16But I tested it over and over.
13:18Then came the moment that changed everything.
13:20I was editing a late scene.
13:22Take 9, scene 68.
13:25The actress is supposed to scream while looking into a dark room.
13:28A basic jump scare build up.
13:30But as I played it through, I noticed something deeply wrong.
13:34Her scream echoed twice.
13:36Once from her.
13:37And once from somewhere else.
13:39A half second later, quieter and impossibly low.
13:43I soloed the echo track and nearly dropped my headphones.
13:46It wasn't an echo.
13:47It was another scream entirely.
13:50Male.
13:51Guttural.
13:51Pure terror.
13:52And it didn't match the acoustics of the room.
13:55It sounded like it came from a different place.
13:57Somewhere much, much deeper.
13:59Like a tunnel or a basement.
14:01I ran spectral analysis on it.
14:04Hoping to isolate the background noise.
14:06What I found gave me chills.
14:08Under the scream was a faint, repeating sound.
14:11A knock.
14:12Rhythmic.
14:12For times.
14:13Then silence.
14:15Over and over.
14:15I tried to remove it.
14:17But the more I processed the track, the clearer it became.
14:20The knock turned into a beat.
14:22The beat into a phrase.
14:24A voice again.
14:25Only this time.
14:26The message was different.
14:28They saw me.
14:29Not a whisper.
14:30A growl.
14:31Full of hate.
14:32That night.
14:33Every light in the studio flickered at once.
14:35I backed away from the desk.
14:37Staring at the monitors as they glitched.
14:39Lines ran through the screens.
14:41One of them went black.
14:43Then another.
14:43Then the power died entirely.
14:46Total darkness.
14:46I stood there in the silence.
14:49Too afraid to move.
14:50I could hear something behind me.
14:52Breathing.
14:53Slow.
14:53Deliberate.
14:54I turned around.
14:55There was no one there.
14:57But on the glass wall behind me.
14:58Was a handprint.
15:00Small.
15:00Like a child's.
15:02Pressed against the inside.
15:03But I was the only one in the studio.
15:05I didn't go back the next day.
15:07I told the producers I was sick.
15:09And needed time off.
15:10I didn't explain why.
15:11They didn't care.
15:13Editors are replaceable.
15:14But the truth was.
15:15I was scared.
15:16Not just of what I'd heard.
15:18But of what I'd invited.
15:19I couldn't stop listening to the scream.
15:21Even at home.
15:22It played over and over in my head.
15:24It was like an itch behind my eyes.
15:26I started recording ambient audio in my apartment.
15:29Just to prove it wasn't following me.
15:31It was.
15:32On one of the recordings.
15:34At exactly 3.12am.
15:36I captured it again.
15:37The scream.
15:38That same impossible echo.
15:40And later beneath it.
15:41Footsteps.
15:42Slow.
15:43Crossing the living room floor.
15:45My living room.
15:46I didn't hear them at the time.
15:47But the mic did.
15:48I left the apartment for a week.
15:50Stayed in hotels.
15:52Took sleeping pills.
15:53Tried to forget.
15:54It didn't work.
15:55The dream started next.
15:57Always the same.
15:58I'm in a dark room.
15:59A recording studio.
16:01But older.
16:02Dust covered.
16:03Wires hanging from the ceiling.
16:04I can't move.
16:06And across the glass.
16:07In the vocal booth.
16:09Is a figure.
16:10I can never see its face.
16:11But it's always screaming.
16:13Only I can't hear it.
16:15The glass muffles everything.
16:17It screams and screams.
16:18Banging on the glass.
16:20Until finally.
16:21It turns its head.
16:22Just enough for me to see.
16:24It's me.
16:25I wake up in a cold sweat every time.
16:27I contacted another editor.
16:28Who had worked on Echo Chamber.
16:30He didn't answer my messages at first.
16:32But after I called him three times.
16:34He finally picked up.
16:35His voice was quiet.
16:37Nervous.
16:37You heard it, didn't you?
16:39He asked.
16:40I didn't say anything.
16:41The whisper.
16:42The scream.
16:43It's always in the scream.
16:45He told me he quit sound editing six months ago.
16:48Said he started hearing voices outside of work.
16:50Couldn't sleep.
16:51Couldn't stop listening.
16:53He became obsessed with tracing the sound.
16:56Cleaning it.
16:56Finding the original signal.
16:58But there was none.
17:00It didn't behave like any frequency he'd ever worked with.
17:03It shifted.
17:04Changed.
17:05Adapted.
17:06It's not audio.
17:07He whispered.
17:08It's a thing.
17:09A presence.
17:10It uses sound to get in.
17:12That was the last time I heard from him.
17:14His phone number no longer works.
17:16The worst part?
17:16I can't bring myself to delete the files.
17:19I tell myself I should.
17:20That I should wipe the drive.
17:22Burn it.
17:22Throw in a lake.
17:24But I don't.
17:25Because a part of me still wants to hear it again.
17:27Just wants more.
17:28To understand.
17:29To listen all the way to the end.
17:31But I know what happens if I do.
17:33I found a forum once.
17:35Deep on the dark web.
17:36Editors.
17:37Composers.
17:38Foley artists.
17:39All anonymous.
17:41They talked about the sound.
17:42The signal.
17:43They said it doesn't exist on any one file.
17:46It exists between them.
17:47You only hear it when you're close.
17:49When you've listened long enough.
17:51When it knows you're ready.
17:52It starts as a whisper.
17:54Then a scream.
17:55Then it crawls through the silence.
17:57And once it finds your frequency.
17:58It never leaves.
18:00I don't work in sound anymore.
18:01I got a job in IT.
18:03I don't own speakers.
18:04I don't listen to music.
18:05I sleep with earplugs in.
18:07But sometimes.
18:08Even though the plugs.
18:09I hear it.
18:10A faint voice.
18:11Right before I fall asleep.
18:13Don't let them see me.
18:14I don't know who they are.
18:16But I think I've already seen them.
18:17And I think they've seen me too.
18:19Some people dream of fame.
18:20Others dream of love.
18:22Wealth.
18:23Or freedom.
18:24Me.
18:24I used to dream of peace.
18:27Just the kind of quiet sleep.
18:28That made you forget the world.
18:29Eight hours of nothingness.
18:32Now I'd give anything to sleep.
18:33Even one night.
18:35Without seeing the eyes.
18:36It started with a book.
18:38An old.
18:39Water damaged thing.
18:40I bought at a garage sale in a town.
18:42I don't even remember the name of.
18:44I was passing through.
18:45Bored.
18:46Taking a detour on my way to a friend's cabin.
18:48I spotted this dusty table.
18:50Set up outside a falling apart house.
18:53And among all the junk.
18:54There it was.
18:55The book had no title.
18:57No author.
18:58No barcode.
18:59The cover was just textured black leather with faint gold trim that had faded into green over time.
19:04When I picked it up, it felt wrong.
19:07Too heavy for its size.
19:08The pages were yellowed.
19:10Brittle.
19:10It smelled like smoke and mildew and copper.
19:13But something about it kept me from putting it down.
19:16Maybe it was the strange symbols inside.
19:18Most pages were filled with odd markings, spirals, strange dots and slashes.
19:24And what looked like handwritten lines in Latin or maybe an older dialect.
19:28There were pictures, too.
19:30Charcoal sketches of wide, black eyes.
19:33Hundreds of them.
19:34Drawn over and over.
19:35Sometimes taking up entire pages.
19:37I bought the book for two dollars.
19:39The woman selling it didn't say a word.
19:41Just nodded when I handed her the cash.
19:44Then immediately turned and walked back inside her house.
19:47I remember standing there for a second, feeling like I'd done something irreversible.
19:52The first night at the cabin, I flipped through the book under candlelight.
19:56There were no chapters.
19:57No titles.
19:58Just page after page of drawings, patterns, and what looked like rituals.
20:03Most were unreadable, but one stood out.
20:06Page 43.
20:07It had a title, scribbled in jagged English across the top, to see what watches.
20:12Under were six lines, written in odd, rhythmic language.
20:17A chant.
20:18I read it aloud.
20:19Just once.
20:20As a joke.
20:21Nothing happened.
20:22I laughed at myself and closed the book.
20:25But that night, I woke up at exactly 3.11am.
20:28Not because of a noise.
20:30Not a nightmare.
20:31I just woke up.
20:32The kind of sudden jolt where your heart's racing, and you don't know why.
20:36The cabin was quiet.
20:38Completely still.
20:39But something felt wrong.
20:40Then I noticed it.
20:41My window was wide open.
20:43I hadn't opened it.
20:44And outside was absolute darkness.
20:47No moon.
20:48No stars.
20:49Like the world had been covered in black paint.
20:52I stared for a while, trying to see.
20:54But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was looking back.
20:58Not a person.
20:59Not an animal.
21:00Something patient.
21:01Still.
21:02Watching.
21:02I shut the window and locked it.
21:04But sleep wouldn't come again.
21:06The next morning, I blame it on stress.
21:08I closed the book and stuffed it in my bag.
21:11But the next night, it happened again.
21:133.11am awake.
21:15Eyes open.
21:16Cold air.
21:17Open window.
21:18But this time, something had changed.
21:20There were handprints on the glass.
21:22Smudges.
21:23From the outside.
21:24Thin fingers.
21:26Too long to be human.
21:27I ran outside with a flashlight.
21:29Scanning the yard.
21:30Nothing.
21:31Just trees.
21:32Wind.
21:33But when I came back inside,
21:34the pages of the book had turned themselves to page 43.
21:38And in the margins,
21:39in shaky handwriting I hadn't seen before,
21:42were four words.
21:43Now they watch you.
21:45Let me pause for a second.
21:46If you're still watching this and you're as creeped out as I was,
21:49do me a favor.
21:50Hit the like button,
21:52leave a comment,
21:53and share this with someone who needs a good scare tonight.
21:55And if you haven't already,
21:57subscribe.
21:58I've got even darker stories coming.
22:00And trust me,
22:01you won't want to miss them.
22:02Now back to what happened next.
22:03The eyes began appearing in my dreams.
22:06First, just one pair.
22:08Black.
22:08Lidless.
22:09Unblinking.
22:10Staring at me from across a room I didn't recognize.
22:14Then there were more.
22:15Each night,
22:16they multiplied.
22:17Some floated in the air.
22:18Others were embedded in walls.
22:20Some just hovered in the void.
22:22And they never blinked.
22:23Never looked away.
22:24They just stared.
22:25One night,
22:26I found myself unable to move in the dream.
22:29I was frozen in place,
22:30while hundreds,
22:31thousands,
22:32of eyes closed in on me.
22:34I tried to scream,
22:35but no sound came out.
22:37Just silence.
22:38Crushing.
22:39Suffocating silence.
22:41I woke up screaming.
22:42That morning,
22:43I noticed something new in the mirror.
22:45My eyes looked different.
22:46Not physically.
22:47Nothing you could measure.
22:49But there was a hollowness behind them,
22:51like part of me was shrinking inside.
22:53Withering.
22:54People started commenting that I looked tired.
22:56Or off.
22:57My boss sent me home early twice.
23:00I called my doctor.
23:01They ran tests.
23:02Said I was perfectly healthy.
23:04But I knew something was happening.
23:06I tried throwing the book away.
23:07Dropped it into a fire pit.
23:09And lit it.
23:10It didn't burn.
23:11I tried leaving it behind at a hotel.
23:13The next morning,
23:14it was in the backseat of my car.
23:16I even buried it in the woods.
23:17Miles from anywhere.
23:19Three days later,
23:20I found it on my doorstep.
23:22Wrapped in brown paper,
23:23no name,
23:24no return address.
23:26That night,
23:27I slept with the lights on.
23:28At 3.11am,
23:30they shut off.
23:31Every bulb in the apartment blew at once.
23:33I heard a soft hum.
23:35Then a voice,
23:36whispering from the corner of the room.
23:38You called us.
23:39I didn't move.
23:40Couldn't.
23:41I felt breath on my neck.
23:42Something crawling across the bed.
23:44But when I looked,
23:45there was nothing.
23:46Except the eyes.
23:48Dozens of them.
23:49Reflected in the mirror,
23:50across the room.
23:51Watching.
23:52Flickering like candles.
23:53Flames.
23:54But still is death.
23:56I moved out two days later.
23:57Got rid of everything.
23:58Started over.
23:59But it didn't stop.
24:01Wherever I go.
24:02New city.
24:03New place.
24:04I still wake at 3.11am.
24:06Still feel the stare.
24:08And now,
24:09other people have started to see them.
24:11My girlfriend said she saw someone,
24:13staring at her,
24:14through her window last week.
24:15A man with black eyes.
24:17She doesn't know the book ever existed.
24:19I never told her.
24:20But she described the eyes exactly.
24:22I've tried everything.
24:24Therapy.
24:25Rituals.
24:26Even exorcisms.
24:27Nothing works.
24:28The worst part.
24:29Sometimes I catch myself staring at people for too long.
24:32Without blinking.
24:33And I don't even realize I'm doing it.
24:35I think they're using me now.
24:37As a doorway.
24:38A lens.
24:39I think I invited something in.
24:41And now it's looking out through me.
24:43If you ever find a book without a name.
24:45Filled with eyes and whispers.
24:47Don't read from it.
24:48Not even as a joke.
24:49Because once you see them.
24:51They see you too.
24:52And once they start watching.
24:53They never close their eyes.
24:55Thanks for watching.
24:56Sleep tight tonight.
24:57If you can.
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