At the third watch of the night, when midnight strikes, shadows always conceal restless spirits. The looping corridor of an abandoned hospital, the eerie nursery rhyme in an old house's attic, the headless shadow on a mountain road in the rain... These aren't legends. They're firsthand accounts I carved into the page with half a lifetime of terror. Every midnight haunting clings like a bone-deep curse, and every cursed place hides a curse that has endured across the years. When fear becomes part of daily life and death follows close behind, every page I write holds a truth bought with my life. Don't open this book at midnight, unless you dare to face the things lurking in the darkness, watching you.
