Y'all missing the creepy stories?
It's been a minute, huh? Here it is... Ethan loved trail running at dawn, long before anyone else reached the forest. That morning, a heavy fog clung tight to the ground, swallowing the path ahead. Halfway through the trail, he noticed a wooden sign nailed to a tree. The letters looked freshly carved, still rough: DON’T ANSWER WHEN THEY CALL YOUR NAME. He smirked, brushed it off, and kept going. Minutes later, he heard it. “Ethan…” Soft. Patient. He stopped, called back, but his voice didn’t echo—it just died in the fog. Then the whisper came a third time, right behind his ear. Warm. Close enough to feel breath he knew wasn’t human. He bolted, sprinting until he burst out of the woods and reached his car. Inside, doors locked, chest heaving, he tried to steady his breathing. He checked the rearview mirror to reverse—then froze. The back window was covered in long, dripping streaks, drawn from inside the car. As the lines came into focus in the mirror, the letters formed a message he hadn’t noticed until now: “YOU DIDN’T RUN FAST ENOUGH.” 👻👻👻👻👻