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It started because we wanted to save money. There were five of us: me, Jake, Emma, Ryan, and Chloe. We rented an Airbnb for the weekend. It had amazing reviews, great pictures, and was way cheaper than every other place nearby. The owner messaged us saying the key would be under the flower pot. Everything seemed normal. When we got there, the house looked exactly like the photos. Big living room. Pool. Game room. It honestly felt too good to be true. The first night was amazing. We swam, played games, ordered pizza, and stayed up talking until almost 2 a.m. Then Ryan noticed something.
It started because we wanted to save money. There were five of us: me, Jake, Emma, Ryan, and Chloe. We rented an Airbnb for the weekend. It had amazing reviews, great pictures, and was way cheaper than every other place nearby. The owner messaged us saying the key would be under the flower pot. Everything seemed normal. When we got there, the house looked exactly like the photos. Big living room. Pool. Game room. It honestly felt too good to be true. The first night was amazing. We swam, played games, ordered pizza, and stayed up talking until almost 2 a.m. Then Ryan noticed something. "There wasn't a hallway here in the listing." At the end of the hallway was a locked door with a keypad. Jake laughed. "Probably the owner's storage room." We forgot about it. The next morning Emma found an old security camera nailed to a tree in the backyard. The weird part? It wasn't pointed at the yard. It was pointed directly at the upstairs bedrooms. Ryan covered it with his hoodie. That night, the hoodie was gone. The camera was uncovered again. Nobody admitted touching it. Later Chloe found an old notebook in the kitchen. Every page was blank except the last one. Please don't open the hallway door. That night Jake walked over to the keypad and randomly typed four numbers. Nothing. Then the keypad beeped. Green. The lock clicked. The door slowly opened. Behind it was another hallway. It looked exactly like ours. Same carpet. Same lights. Same family photos. Everything. Except it looked old. Dust covered the floor. Paint peeled off the walls. It felt like nobody had been there for years. We walked through it anyway. Every room matched ours perfectly. Then we reached the dining room. Five plates were already sitting on the table. Five cups. Five chairs. Like someone had been expecting us. Emma picked up one of the cups. It was still warm. Then we heard footsteps upstairs. Slow. Heavy. Walking from bedroom to bedroom. The problem was... We were all downstairs. Jake whispered, "Someone's in the house." We ran back toward the hallway. The door slammed shut behind us. When we turned around... The keypad was gone. Just a normal wall. Like the door had never existed. We searched the entire house. Nobody. But every bedroom door upstairs was now wide open. Ryan looked out the back window. Someone was standing by the pool wearing Jake's hoodie. Jake ran outside. Nobody was there. Only the hoodie. Lying on the ground. Soaking wet. We packed our bags and decided to leave. As we grabbed our things, the TV turned on by itself. It showed a live security camera. Our living room. We were watching ourselves. Then the camera slowly zoomed out. Until someone else's shoulder appeared behind our couch. We spun around. Nothing. On the TV, five people slowly walked into the room. They looked exactly like us. Same faces. Same clothes. The only difference... They were all smiling. The fake version of me looked into the camera and whispered, "Wrong house." The TV went black. We ran to the car and never looked back. The next morning I contacted Airbnb. The support agent asked for the address. When I told her, she went silent. Then she said, "That's impossible." "There hasn't been an Airbnb at that address for eight years." I opened the app. The reservation was gone. The messages were gone. Even the listing had disappeared. A week later Jake got an envelope with no return address. Inside was one photo. It showed all five of us standing in the living room. Taken from behind. The timestamp said it was taken... The night before we arrived. if you reach this part of reading you're an OG so please follow me because it helps a lot road to 1K followers #darednight #xybca #blowthisup #viral #fyp

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