Welcome to Scary Story Podcast.

A strange sense of being watched, not feeling like yourself, eventually turns into a nightmare.

My name is Edwin, and here's a scary story.

It was 2.18 a.m. and I had probably seen everything there was to see on Instagram and TikTok,

so I opened up the Facebook app and saw the same 58 notifications still waiting for me.

It had been a rough few weeks, a month now that I think about it.

Getting to sleep was much harder now. Plus, the whole

milly thing wasn't helping. I pushed her away, this time a little too far, and she never came

back. She took her things while I was at work and texted me saying that she wanted to go no

contact and I just accepted it. Part of me wished for her to stay,

like wishing that I could love her again. Splitting up in this case also split me in two.

2.30 a.m. now, lost in between those abs and staring at the dim ceiling, lit up by the

headlights of a car passing by, when I heard the doorbell ring.

Curious, but startled, I rolled out of the couch and onto the carpet. I had been sleeping

there ever since Millie left. That place felt smaller, less empty.

The doorbell rang again.

I crawled closer to the couch.

The window was right behind it, and I stood up slowly to peek between the blinds of that dark room.

I was leaning over the couch, making up characters in my mind, but I was never expecting what I actually saw.

There was an old man out there, in what looked like a UPS uniform, holding a box with both of his hands.

He didn't move, didn't blink, just stood there with his eyes staring straight ahead, completely

motionless.

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