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I need to get this off my chest. I haven’t been able to sleep right for months, and the weight of it is driving me crazy. I didn’t think it would happen to me, of all people. I’m just a regular guy—nothing special, no dark secrets, just living my life like anyone else. But everything changed one night, and now I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel normal again.

It started on one of my usual late-night walks. I’ve always been a night owl, and walking helps me clear my head before bed. My neighborhood is pretty quiet, especially that late. The kind of quiet where you can hear the wind rustling through the trees and your footsteps echoing down the street. But that night, something was different.

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As I walked past the old abandoned house at the end of the block, I heard something. At first, I thought it was just the wind, but then I heard it again—voices, low and urgent. I don’t know why I didn’t just keep walking. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was something darker, but I found myself creeping closer.

The house has always given me the creeps. It’s been empty for as long as I can remember, with its windows boarded up and the yard overgrown with weeds. It’s the kind of place kids dare each other to go near on Halloween. But those voices were definitely coming from inside, and I couldn’t just ignore them.

There’s this small basement window near the ground, the only part of the house that isn’t boarded up. I crouched down and looked in, just to see what was going on. What I saw made my stomach drop.

Inside the basement were two men standing over a third man who was tied to a chair. The guy in the chair was a mess—bruised, bloody, terrified. I couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but it was clear the other two were interrogating him, demanding answers. I could see the panic in his eyes, the way he flinched whenever one of them moved closer.

I knew I should have left. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to get out of there, to run home and pretend I never saw anything. But I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place, watching this nightmare unfold. One of the men pulled out a knife, and that’s when I knew this was way more than just a fight or an argument.

They started torturing him, asking the same question over and over until he finally broke. I don’t know what he told them, but it was enough. And then they just…killed him. No hesitation, no emotion, just cold, calculated murder.

I felt like I was going to be sick. My mind was racing, trying to process what I’d just seen, and that’s when one of the men looked up—directly at me. Our eyes locked through the tiny window, and I knew he saw me.

I didn’t think. I just ran. I ran all the way home, slammed the door shut, and locked every bolt and latch I had. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. I couldn’t sleep that night. Hell, I haven’t slept properly since. Every time I close my eyes, I see that guy’s face, the fear in his eyes, and I hear those voices.

The next day, I found a note under my door. Just one sentence: “We saw you.”

They know who I am. They know where I live. I don’t know what to do. I’m too scared to go to the police—what if they find out? But I’m terrified that if I do nothing, they’ll come for me. I’ve been living in constant fear, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I can’t keep this inside any longer. I had to tell someone, even if it’s just a stranger. Maybe it’s a mistake, but I don’t know what else to do. If anything happens to me, at least someone will know the truth. Just…please, be careful. They’re still out there, and they’re not done yet.