Ghost Next Door
As I sat in my living room, I couldn’t help but notice the light blinking on and off in the house across the street.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about it.
The next night, as I sat in the same spot, the light caught my attention again.
This time, I noticed that it seemed to be blinking in a pattern, like a code.
I feel a sense of intrigue.
Who could be sending a coded message from their house? And why?
There was something sinister at play.
I found myself staying up late, watching the light, and trying to decipher the code.
I started to become obsessed with figuring out the mystery.
I even went so far as to grab a notebook and jot down the patterns of the light, trying to crack the code.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make sense of it.
I knew I couldn’t let this go. I had to know what was going on.
I grabbed my binoculars and set out to get a closer look at the house.
As I crept closer, I felt my heart pounding in my chest.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was getting myself into something dangerous.
I finally reached the house and peered through the window.
And what I saw shocked me.
It was just a teenager tapping on the window with a flashlight, sending messages to his friend across the street.
Feeling foolish, I slowly made my way back home, my mind reeling with the realization of how far my imagination had taken me.
It was then I realized that sometimes, the unknown can be far more terrifying than the truth.
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