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  • 7/13/2025
During a spring break trip, a young woman, alone in a beach house, wakes to find a mysterious figure standing in her doorway at 2:30 a.m. But what she sees doesn’t make sense. A featureless, shadowy figure bolts the moment it’s acknowledged. Was it a hallucination from being high, or something far worse? This story blurs the line between altered perception and supernatural terror—and it all happened in a house full of people, each one unaware and contributing to the collective unease, who never heard a sound.
Transcript
00:00Spring break had a rhythm. Waves during the day, fire pits at night, and the quiet hush of a beach
00:07town gone to sleep. That night, around 2.30 a.m., the entire house fell silent. Everyone was out
00:15cold, the doors were shut, and the lights were off. Everyone except me. I was in my room,
00:23the soft glow of the TV bathing the room in a warm, comforting light, high but calm,
00:29watching late-night reruns and half-lost in thought. That's when I heard it. Footsteps.
00:36Light. Fast. Like someone running barefoot down the hole. I smiled, assuming it was one of my
00:43friends messing around. But when my door flew open, what stood there was not a friend,
00:49but a moment that would change everything.

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