I’m living in a small town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense forests and winding roads that twisted through the hills. It was a quiet and peaceful place, or so I thought when I first moved there. But over time, I began to notice strange things happening around me. At first, it was just small things. I would hear noises in the night that I couldn’t explain, like whispers and footsteps that sounded like they were coming from inside the house. But when I got up to check, there was never anyone there. I tried to shrug it off, telling myself that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But then the occurrences started to become more frequent and more disturbing. Objects in my house would move around on their own, as if someone was playing a cruel game of hide-and-seek with me. The lights would flicker and go out for no reason, leaving me alone in the dark with whatever was lurking in the shadows. And worst of all, I began to see things that couldn’t possibly be real. I would catch glimpses of figures standing in the corners of my vision, their faces twisted into grotesque shapes that made my skin crawl. They would disappear as soon as I looked directly at them, leaving me with a sense of unease that I couldn’t shake. Sometimes I would see them in the reflection of a mirror or a window, watching me with a cold and calculating gaze. I tried to talk to my neighbors about it, hoping that maybe they had experienced something similar. But they just looked at me with pitying eyes, like they knew something that I didn’t. And when I tried to search for information online, I found nothing but dead ends and cryptic messages that only made me more paranoid. I began to feel like I was going insane. I couldn’t sleep at night, and when I did manage to doze off, I was plagued by nightmares that felt all too real. In my dreams, I was being chased by shadowy figures through the forest, their fingers just barely grazing my skin as I ran. But the worst was yet to come. One night, as I was lying in bed, I heard a voice calling out to me from somewhere in the darkness. It was a whisper, barely audible, but I could make out the words: “Come find us.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I got out of bed and stumbled toward the door. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I felt like I had no other choice. As I stepped out into the hallway, I saw that the world around me had changed. The walls were no longer made of plaster and paint, but of twisted, pulsating flesh. The floor was slick with blood and slime, and the air was thick with the stench of decay. In front of me stood a figure with no discernible features, its form shifting and warping as I looked at it. It spoke again, the same voice that had called to me from the darkness. “Welcome to our world,” it said, and then everything went black. When I woke up, I was lying in bed, drenched in sweat and shaking with fear. I wanted to scream, to run as far away from that place as I could, but I knew that I couldn’t. There was something there, something waiting for me in the shadows, and I was too afraid to confront it. So instead, I sit here, typing these words, hoping that someone out there will believe me, that someone will understand what I’m going through. But I know that the moment I hit “post,” something will happen, something.