When I was a kid, I used to walk the same path home every day.
One evening, I noticed a strange, flickering light coming from a nearby construction site.
It moved around as if someone—or something—was inside.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I slipped through the fence to take a look.
But the place was completely empty.
Silent. Still.
Just as I turned to leave, I realized I couldn’t move my foot.
It was stuck—like something beneath the ground was holding me in place.
I pulled and twisted, but it wouldn’t budge.
Panic set in, and I started shouting for help, my voice echoing through the half-built walls.
No one came.
Time felt like it stopped.
And when I was finally too tired to struggle anymore—
my foot suddenly came free.
I stumbled out, shaking, only to see a few construction workers at the gate.
They said they had seen me struggling and rushed over to help.
But… when I looked back at the spot where I’d been trapped,
there was nothing there—no hole, no mud, no sign of what had held me.
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