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“I shouldn't have taken the shortcut through the park tonight,” dated 2015. (She was planning to walk through the park tomorrow).
She didn't look back. Instead, she looked at the screen. A new line of text was appearing in the notepad file, letter by letter, as if someone were typing in real-time.
Her mouse hovered over the link. She wasn't even named Juliana on Reddit—her handle was Neon_Void . But the specificity felt like a cold finger tracing her spine. She clicked.
“Juliana is reading the .rar file now. She is wondering how I know her name. She is about to look behind her because the closet door just creaked.”
She opened it, expecting a creepypasta or a virus. Instead, she found a list of every single comment she had ever written on the site, dating back to 2010. That shouldn't have been possible; she’d only made her account three years ago. As she scrolled, the comments became more personal.
Then, she hit the bottom of the file. The last entry was timestamped
Juliana froze. Behind her, the rhythmic click-clack of her radiator died out. In the silence, the wooden frame of her closet shifted with a slow, agonizing groan.
“I think I’m going to go with the blue wallpaper,” dated 2012. (She had just repainted her room blue last month).