The Spooky Man

🕰️ 1. The Whispering Town

In the forgotten town of Blackridge, nights were quieter than graves.

People locked their doors before dusk, not out of habit—but out of fear.

They whispered about the Spooky Man, a name no one dared to speak aloud after midnight.

They said he wasn’t born.

He appeared.

And once you looked at him twice, you never slept the same again.

Old Mrs. Carton claimed she saw him once—tall, pale, dressed in a coat that never moved with the wind.

• “He doesn’t walk,” she’d mutter, “he glides.”

The townsfolk laughed during the day. But when night came, laughter died before reaching the streets.

🌑 2. The Newcomer

When Evelyn Moore, a young journalist, arrived in Blackridge, she thought it was the perfect place for her next story—

“Small Town Superstitions.”

She rented a little wooden cabin near the forest edge. The locals warned her:

“Don’t go out after eleven. If you hear footsteps—don’t look back.”

Evelyn smiled. “Ghosts don’t scare me,” she said, typing her notes by candlelight.

But that night, her candle flickered though no window was open.

And the wind whispered through the cracks:

“He’s near…”

👣 3. The Footsteps in the Fog

At exactly 12:03 a.m., she heard it—

Slow. Measured. Footsteps.

Not on the porch… not on the road… but inside the walls.

She grabbed her phone, but the signal was gone.

She whispered to herself, “It’s just my mind.”

Then she saw a shadow stretch across her floor—tall and thin, as if someone were standing between her and the candlelight.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She turned,

and there he was.

A man—or something like one—stood by the doorway.

His coat dripped as though it had rained, though the night was dry.

His face was hidden beneath a wide hat,

and his voice was the sound of a creaking gate:

• “You looked back…”

💀 4. The Journal Entry

The next morning, the cabin was empty.

Only Evelyn’s recorder was found, still running.

On it, her final words echoed in a trembling whisper:

“He’s standing in the mirror now.

He’s smiling.

He knows my name…”

The sheriff sealed the cabin.

No one ever rented it again.

But sometimes, travelers claim they see a woman in the window, typing with shaking hands,

and behind her reflection—

a tall man in a black coat, waiting.

🌘 5. The Legend Lives On

Blackridge remains silent after sunset.

Children are taught never to walk home alone.

And if you drive through that town at night,

you might see a figure by the roadside,

raising his hat politely as you pass.

But don’t look twice.

Because if you do…

he’ll follow you home.

“He waits for those who look back.”

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