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I don’t sleep well in trailer parks anymore. It started with a job. I was driving home late one night when my GPS sent me through a trailer park to save six minutes. Most of the trailers were dark. A few porch lights were on. The road was narrow. My headlights swept across rows of aluminum siding, old cars, plastic chairs, little fenced yards. Then I saw someone standing between two trailers. A woman. She was very tall. Too tall. She was facing the side of one trailer with her head lowered. I slowed down. She didn’t move. I told myself she was fixing something. Then she stepped behind the trailer. I drove on. Three seconds later, something tapped my passenger window. I almost hit the ditch. There was nobody there. I kept driving. At the end of the park, I stopped at a red light. That’s when my phone vibrated. Unknown number. The message said: You passed me. I locked the doors. Another vibration. Don’t look behind you. I didn’t. I drove home. For two days, I told myself it was a prank. Then I checked my dashcam. The footage showed me entering the trailer park. It showed the tall woman. It showed her disappearing behind the trailer. Then the video glitched. When it came back, she was standing in the middle of the road. Directly behind my car. I had never seen her there. I called the police. An officer watched the footage and went quiet. Then he asked me something strange. “Did you stop anywhere inside the park?” “No.” He rewound the video. The woman was gone. The officer pointed at the timestamp. “You stopped here.” I hadn’t. The footage showed my car sitting still for forty-seven seconds. My headlights were off. My driver’s door was open. And something was standing beside me. I couldn’t see its face. Only one pale hand resting on the roof. The officer told me not to go back. I didn’t. A week later, I received another message. This time, there was a video. It showed the same trailer park. Someone had filmed from inside a parked car. The camera pointed toward the road. My car was there. Parked beside the same trailer. I watched myself get out. I watched myself walk around to the passenger side. Then I stopped. I looked directly into the camera. I smiled. I raised one finger to my lips. The person filming began breathing heavily. Then a voice whispered from behind them. My voice. “Don’t let him see you.” The camera dropped. The video ended. I sat there for a long time. Then I noticed something in the corner of the screen. A house number. The trailer from the video was number 14. I remembered passing it that night. I remembered the porch. The broken flowerpot. The blue curtain. And something else. There had been no trailer there. Not then. I checked the park online. Trailer 14 had been removed three years ago. I thought that was the end. Until last night. I woke up to three soft sounds outside my bedroom. Step. Step. Step. Then my phone vibrated. Unknown number. One message. You should have looked behind you. I didn’t move. My bedroom door slowly opened. And from the hallway, I heard myself whisper my name. Then another voice whispered from inside my closet. “Don’t answer him.” #creepy #scarystories #scary #HorrorTok #fyp

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