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Haunting Adventures: Eerie Encounters in Remote Retreats · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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I've been a land surveyor for nearly two decades now, and I've
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worked in some pretty remote areas.
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I've seen it all. Wild animals, unpredictable
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weather and equipment failures miles from civilization.
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But nothing prepared me for what I encountered under that bridge
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in the Arizona desert. It's the kind of experience that
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sticks with you, gnawing at the edges of your mind, reminding
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you that out there in the middle of nowhere, you're truly on your
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own. It was mid-july, the kind of day
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where the heat presses down on you like a weight and the sun
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seems determined to burn everything to a crisp.
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The Arizona desert stretched out in every direction, an endless
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sea of sand, rocks, and scrub brush, with nothing but the
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occasional cactus to break the monotony.
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The sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue, the kind of blue
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that seems to go on forever. I was assigned to survey a
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bridge that spanned a dry riverbed about 50 miles outside
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of Phoenix. It wasn't a glamorous job, but
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it was straightforward enough. Check the structural integrity,
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measure the wear and tear, and make sure it was still up to
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code. The bridge itself was old,
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probably built back in the 60s, and hadn't seen much traffic in
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recent years. It was isolated far from any
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town or main road, which made it perfect for someone like me who
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preferred working alone. I drove my truck down a dusty,
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narrow Rd. that wound its way through the desert, the tires
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kicking up clouds of red dust in my wake.
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The radio crackled with static, the signal fading in and out as
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I got farther from civilization. I didn't mind the quiet, though.
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In fact, I relished it. Out here, there was nothing but
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the sound of the wind and the occasional cry of a hawk
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overhead. I reached the bridge around
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midday, the sun high in the sky, baking the earth below.
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I parked my truck on the side of the road, grabbed my gear, and
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started the routine inspection. The bridge looked worse for
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wear. Rusted metal beams, cracks in
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the concrete, and a layer of dust and grime that hadn't been
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disturbed in years. As I moved under the bridge to
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check the supports, I noticed something unusual.
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A large dumpster tucked away in the shadows beneath the
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structure. It was an odd sight, completely
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out of place in the middle of the desert.
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I couldn't imagine why anyone would leave a dumpster out here,
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especially in such a remote location.
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Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to take a closer
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look. The dumpster was old and
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battered, covered in rust and graffiti.
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There was a faint, unpleasant odor coming from it, like
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something had been rotting inside for a long time.
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I hesitated for a moment, then carefully lifted the lid, half
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expecting to find nothing but old trash.
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What I saw instead made my blood run cold.
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Inside the dumpster were piles of tattered clothes, dirty
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blankets, and what looked like empty food containers.
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It was clear someone had been living here, using the dumpster
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as a makeshift shelter. But there was something else,
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something that sent a shiver down my spine.
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Among the debris were strange, crude drawings scratched into
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the metal walls. They depicted distorted faces,
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twisted bodies, and symbols I didn't recognize.
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My first thought was that some drifter had taken up residence
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here, someone down on their luck, using this desolate spot
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as a place to hide from the world.
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It wasn't unusual to come across homeless camps in remote areas,
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but this felt different, more desperate, more unhinged.
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I backed away from the dumpster, my heart pounding in my chest.
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I'd seen enough. I just wanted to finish my
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inspection and get out of there. I tried to shake off the unease
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that had settled over me, focusing on the task at hand.
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But as I worked, I couldn't help but glance back at the dumpster,
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half expecting to see someone emerging from the shadows.
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That's when I heard it. The sound of footsteps crunching
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on gravel. I froze, every muscle in my body
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tensing as the footsteps grew louder, closer.
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I scanned the area, my eyes darting from the bridge to the
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surrounding desert, but I didn't see anyone.
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The sound stopped, and for a moment there was only the wind
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whistling through the dry riverbed.
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Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.
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A figure stepped out from behind the dumpster.
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A man, his clothes filthy and tattered, his hair wild and
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matted. He was tall, gaunt, with a
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crazed look in his eyes. He stared at me for a moment,
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his expression unreadable, then began to move toward me.
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My heart leaped into my throat. I didn't know what this guy
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wanted, but I knew I didn't want to stick around to find out.
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I quickly backed away, trying to keep some distance between us,
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but he kept coming, his pace quickening with every step.
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Hey. I called out, my voice shaking
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despite my efforts to stay calm. I'm just doing my job here.
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I'll be out of your way in a minute.
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But he didn't respond. His eyes were locked on me, and
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there was something in his gaze that sent a wave of fear
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crashing over me. Something wild, unhinged, like
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he was barely holding on to reality.
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My mind raced, trying to figure out what to do.
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My truck was parked a few yards away, but the man was between me
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and it. I didn't want to turn my back on
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him, but I knew I couldn't stay here.
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The survey, the job, none of that mattered anymore.
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All I cared about was getting out of there in one piece.
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Then he spoke, his voice low and gravely.
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This is my place, he said, his words slurred and broken.
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You shouldn't be here. I'm sorry, I said, keeping my
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tone as calm as I could. I didn't know.
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I'll leave right now, OK? But he didn't stop.
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He kept coming, his hands clenching and unclenching at his
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sides, his eyes wild with some emotion.
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I couldn't read. I took another step back, my
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heart hammering in my chest. The distance between us was
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closing fast, and I knew I had to act.
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Without thinking, I reached for the revolver I kept holstered at
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my side, a precaution I always took when working in remote
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areas. My hand shook as I pulled it out
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and aimed it at the man, my finger hovering over the
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trigger. Stop.
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I shouted, my voice breaking. Don't come any closer.
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The man froze, his eyes widening as he saw the gun.
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For a moment, I thought he might back down, that he might realize
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the situation had gone too far. But then he did something I
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didn't expect. He smiled, a twisted, eerie grin
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that sent chills down my spine. You think that's going to help
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you? He sneered, taking another step
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forward. Out here, you're just as alone
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as I am. I didn't wait to find out what
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he meant by that. I fired a warning shot into the
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ground at his feet, the sound echoing through the empty
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desert. The man flinched, but he didn't
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stop. He kept coming, his smile
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widening, his eyes gleaming with some dark intent.
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Panic surged through me. I knew I couldn't take my eyes
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off him, but I also knew I couldn't stay here.
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I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and made a break for it.
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I sprinted toward my truck, not daring to look back, my heart
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pounding in my ears. I reached the truck, yanked the
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door open, and threw myself inside.
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My hands fumble with the keys, but I finally managed to start
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the engine. As I slammed the door shut, I
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caught one last glimpse of the man standing by the dumpster,
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watching me with that same eerie smile.
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I floored the gas pedal and speed down the dusty Rd. the
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tires kicking up clouds of sand behind me.
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I didn't stop until I was miles away, the bridge nothing but a
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distant memory in the rearview mirror.
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I never went back to that site. I reported the incident to my
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supervisor, who sent someone else to finish the job.
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I don't know what happened to the man under the bridge, and I
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don't want to know. All I know is that I came too
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close to something dark, something that could have ended
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very differently. Even now, I still think about
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that day. I still see the man's face, that
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twisted smile in my nightmares. And every time I find myself in
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a remote area, I can't help but look over my shoulder, half
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expecting to see him standing there, waiting.
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Watching the experience under that bridge taught me a lesson
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I'll never forget. When you're alone in the middle
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of nowhere, you're vulnerable in ways you can't imagine.
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The isolation, the emptiness, it plays tricks on your mind, makes
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you question what's real and what isn't.
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And sometimes you encounter things that remind you just how
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thin the line between safety and danger really is.
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So if you ever find yourself in the middle of nowhere, remember
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this story. Stay aware, stay cautious, and
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most importantly, stay safe. Because out there, you're on
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your own, and you never know what might be lurking just out
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of sight. I've stayed in all kinds of
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motels over the years, from the cozy and charming to the rundown
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and questionable. But there's one motel that I
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stayed at a few years ago that I'll never forget.
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It was a small, isolated place off a lonely stretch of highway
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in the middle of nowhere. I didn't plan on stopping there,
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but after driving for hours with no sign of civilization, I
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didn't have much choice. I just needed a place to rest
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for the night. What I found instead was a
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nightmare that still haunts me. I've been driving for hours
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trying to make it to the next town before calling it a night,
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but the road seemed to stretch on forever, winding through
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miles of empty fields and forests.
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The headlights of my car barely cut through the blackness, the
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occasional signpost or abandoned barn the only indication that I
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was still on the right path. When I finally saw the
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flickering neon sign for the motel, I felt a wave of relief.
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It wasn't much. A small, single story building
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with a handful of rooms, a few old cars parked out front, and a
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faded sign that read VACANCY in dim, sputtering letters.
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The place looked like it hadn't been updated in decades, the
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paint peeling off the walls, the windows grimy and cracked, but I
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was too tired to care. I just needed a place to sleep,
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somewhere to rest my head before continuing my journey.
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In the morning, I pulled into the gravel lot, the tires
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crunching under the car as I parked.
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The air was cold, the sky overcast, and a faint mist hung
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in the air, clinging to everything like a damp shroud.
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The only light came from the neon sign and a single bulb
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above the motel's entrance, casting an eerie yellow glow on
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the worn out pavement. I grabbed my bag and headed
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inside, the door creaking on its hinges as I pushed it open.
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The lobby was small and dingy, with faded wallpaper and a few
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outdated brochures scattered on a dusty counter.
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Behind the counter sat an old man, his eyes barely visible
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behind thick, smudged glasses. He looked up as I entered, his
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expression blank, almost indifferent.
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Need a room? I said, trying to sound more
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confident than I felt. The old man didn't say anything
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at first, just stared at me for a long moment before nodding
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slowly. He reached under the counter and
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pulled out a worn leather bound Ledger, flipping it open to a
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blank page. His hands shook slightly as he
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handed me a pen Sign. Here.
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He muttered, his voice gravely and low.
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I scribbled my name in the Ledger and handed it back to
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him. He didn't even glance at it,
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just shoved it aside and reach for a key hanging on a hook
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behind the counter. Room 6.
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He said, sliding the key across the counter of smoking.
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No pets, got it. I replied, taking the key.
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Thanks. He didn't respond, just stared
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at me with that same blank expression as I turned and
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headed back outside. Room 6 was at the far end of the
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building, next to a thick line of trees that bordered the
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property. The door was old and shipped,
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the number barely visible, but the key turned easily enough in
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the lock. The room inside was about what I
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expected, small, with a sagging bed, a rickety dresser, and a
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tiny TV mounted on the wall. The carpet was stained, the
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wallpaper peeling, and the whole place smelled faintly of mildew.
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But it was warm, and after the long drive it was enough.
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I tossed my bag on the bed and sat down, the mattress creaking
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under my weight. I grabbed the remote and flicked
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on the TV, but all I got was static.
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Sighing, I turned it off and glanced around the room,
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noticing a small door to the side that I assumed led to the
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bathroom. I walked over and pushed it
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open, revealing a cramped, outdated bathroom with a cracked
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mirror and a flickering overhead light.
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After freshening up, I changed into some sweats and crawled
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into bed, pulling the thin blankets up to my chin.
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The room was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of
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the highway. I turned off the lamp beside the
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bed and closed my eyes, trying to let the exhaustion of the day
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take over. But sleep didn't come easily.
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The darkness felt oppressive, the silence too complete, as if
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the world outside the room had ceased to exist.
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I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but an uneasy
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feeling gnawed at the back of my mind.
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Something about the motel, about the old man behind the counter,
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about the whole place felt wrong.
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Just as I was starting to drift off, I heard a soft, almost
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imperceptible sound coming from outside the room.
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It was a faint noise, like something gently tapping against
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the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I
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sat up in bed, straining to listen.
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I told myself it was just the wind, maybe a branch from one of
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the nearby trees, brushing against the door.
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But the sound was too deliberate, too steady.
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It wasn't random. It was intentional.
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I felt a chill run down my spine, and my hands shook as I
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reached for the lamp. The light flickered on.
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I stared at the door, my heart pounding in my chest, the sound
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still echoing in my ears. I didn't want to get up, didn't
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want to see what was causing the noise, but I knew I wouldn't be
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able to sleep until I did. Slowly, I swung my legs over the
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side of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor.
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I crept toward the door, my breath shallow, every nerve in
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my body screaming at me to stop, to turn back, but I didn't.
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I reached the door and placed my hand on the cold door knob,
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hesitating for just a moment before turning it and pulling
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the door open. The night air rushed in, cold
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and damp, but there was nothing there, Just the empty parking
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lot, the gravel gleaming faintly in the light of the distant neon
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sign. I stepped outside, the gravel
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crunching under my feet, and looked around.
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The mist hung low to the ground, making everything look ghostly,
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unreal. There was no one there, no sign
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of anything or anyone that could have made the sound.
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I shook my head, trying to shake off the unease.
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Maybe it really was just the wind, or maybe I was more tired
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than I realized. I was about to turn back to the
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room when I noticed something. A single footprint in the gravel
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just a few feet from the door. It wasn't mine.
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The print was large, the outline clear in the mist covered
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gravel, and it LED away from the room, disappearing into the line
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of trees at the edge of the property.
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My heart skipped a beat and I quickly retreated back into the
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room, slamming the door behind me and locking it tight.
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I pressed my back against the door, my mind racing.
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Someone had been out there, standing just outside my room,
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but where had they gone? And why were they just standing
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there, tapping on the door? I tried to calm myself down,
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telling myself it was just some weirdo messing around, maybe one
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of the other guests playing a prank, but deep down I knew that
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wasn't it. There was something off about
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the whole situation, something that made my skin crawl.
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I crawled back into bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin, but
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there was no way I was going to sleep now.
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I lay there in the dark, staring at the door.
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The hours seemed to stretch on forever, the silence in the room
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thick and suffocating. Then, just as I was starting to
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think I'd imagine the whole thing, I heard it again.
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This time it was coming from the window.
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I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
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The window was right next to the bed, covered by a thin curtain
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that barely blocked out the light.
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The sound was soft, almost like someone gently tapping on the
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glass with their fingernails. I didn't want to look, I didn't
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want to see what was out there. But the sound continued,
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persistent, rhythmic, like it was trying to draw me closer,
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trying to get me to look. I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling
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the blankets over my head like a child hiding from a monster
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under the bed. I told myself it wasn't real,
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that it was just my imagination, that if I stayed still, stayed
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quiet, it would go away. But the tapping didn't stop.
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The room felt like a prison, the walls closing in around me.
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I was trapped. The tapping grew louder, more
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insistent, and I knew I couldn't just lie there and do nothing.
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With a trembling hand, I reached out and grabbed the flashlight
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from the night stand. I took a deep breath, trying to
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summon the courage to look, to see what was outside the window.
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I slowly pulled the blankets down, the flashlight clutched
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tightly in my hand. I shone the flashlight at the
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window, the beam casting a faint glow on the thin curtain.
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I could see a vague shape behind it, something standing just
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outside the glass, barely visible.
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My heart pounded in my chest as I reached out with my free hand,
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gripping the edge of the curtain.
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I hesitated for just a moment, then yanked it aside, the
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flashlight beam illuminating the window.
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There was nothing there. No figure, no face, no sign of
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anything that could have been making the noise.
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Just the empty parking lot, the mist swirling in the faint light
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of the neon sign. I let out a shaky breath, my
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heart still racing. I was about to close the curtain
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when I noticed something. Something small, barely visible
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in the corner of the window. A handprint, smudged and faint,
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but unmistakable. My blood ran cold.
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The handprint was on the inside of the glass.
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Panic surged through me. I stumbled back from the window,
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the flashlight slipping from my hand and clattering to the
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floor. I grabbed my keys, my bag,
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anything I could reach, and bolted for the door.
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I didn't care about checking out, didn't care about anything
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except getting the hell out of there.
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I fumble with the door, my hands shaking so badly I could barely
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turn the knob. Finally, I managed to wrench it
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open and ran out into the night, the cold air hitting me like a
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slap in the face. I didn't look back, didn't stop
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until I was in the car, the engine roaring to life as I tore
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out of the parking lot, gravel spraying behind me.
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I drove for hours, the lights of civilization finally bringing
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some semblance of safety. I found a motel there, one that
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was clean and well lit, and checked in without a second
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thought. But even then, I couldn't sleep.
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I kept seeing that handprint in my mind, kept hearing that soft
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rhythmic tapping. I never found out what happened
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that night, never went back to that motel to find out who or
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what was outside my room. I've told a few people about it,
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but most just laugh it off, say it was probably just my
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imagination or some prankster messing with me.
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But I know what I heard, what I saw, and I know that whatever
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was out there, it wasn't just my imagination.
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I've spent a lot of time on the road since then, stayed in a lot
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of motels, but I always make sure to find a place that's well
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lit, that's near other people. And I never, ever stop at some
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lonely, isolated place in the middle of nowhere.
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Because out there, in the darkness, in the silence,
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there's something waiting, something that will find you if
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you're not careful. And once it does, you may never
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escape.