>be me
>normal guy, living a normal life
>always had a good family, decent friends
>but there’s something I’ve kept buried deep inside
>it all started when I was a kid
>had this weird fascination with the woods behind my house
>always felt drawn to them, like they were calling me
>one day, I decided to explore deeper than ever before
>found an old, abandoned cabin
>looked creepy as hell but I was curious
>walked inside, dust everywhere, broken furniture
>suddenly, I noticed something in the corner
>a small, locked box
>my heart raced, couldn’t resist
>found a rusty key on the floor nearby and opened it
>inside was a collection of old photographs
>they were disturbing, to say the least
>images of people… but not just any people
>they looked like they were in pain, fear in their eyes
>some were tied up, others had strange symbols drawn on them
>I felt sick but couldn’t look away
>kept the box hidden in my room for weeks
>every night I’d pull it out and stare at the photos
>the more I looked, the more obsessed I became
>started having nightmares about the people in the pictures
>woke up screaming, drenched in sweat
>decided to get rid of it one day, couldn’t take it anymore
>but when I went back to the cabin… it was gone
>the cabin was completely demolished, nothing left but rubble
>I freaked out and ran home, convinced I was losing my mind
>years passed, tried to forget about it all
>brought it up to a therapist once, but couldn’t say everything
>just told them I had a “bad experience” as a kid
>they nodded and changed the subject like it was nothing
>but that box still haunts me to this day
>I can’t shake the feeling that those people were real
>I never told anyone about what I found or how it made me feel
>I still wonder if I should have done something
>would it have changed anything?
>I dunno jpg
>I just keep it locked away in my mind like that box.