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My name was Buck Turner. I was a small-time streamer who made a living filming urban exploration and adventure content.These days, every viral stream followed the same formula—family feuds, messy affairs, or some outrageous relationship scandal.But viewers weren't stupid. Nobody was going to buy a story just because some streamer said it was true.For all anyone knew, the people on camera weren't related at all. That "other woman" in the thumbnail could just as easily have been the creator's actual wife.Most of it was scripted anyway.Once the viewer saw through the act, there wasn't much left to keep them interested.So, I spent some time studying audience preferences and decided to go big.After discussing it with a friend, we planned to find a location, stage everything, and recreate the hideout of a notorious serial killer.We were going to stage a high-risk livestream called I Spent a Night in a Serial Killer's House!My friend also hooked me up with some professional-grade equ

Just when I thought I was about to escape, I glanced back.The killer was gone.The space beyond the half-collapsed wall was empty.Confused, I reached for the door, ready to make a run for it.Then my backup phone vibrated again.My eyes widened.Through a hole in the door, I saw him.The killer was standing there in silence without moving.He somehow crossed the distance without making a sound.Panic slammed into me.I threw the backup phone aside, grabbed the phone I was streaming with, and ran.I vaulted over the broken wall, landed in the sticky pools of blood on the floor, and sprinted down the hallway as fast as I could.To my surprise, the killer didn't immediately chase after me.Instead, he picked up a hammer and began striking a metal door.Bang.Bang.Bang.Each blow landed with an eerie rhythm, accompanied by his excited laughter.The metallic echoes rolled through the abandoned building, each strike hitting my nerves like a hammer to the chest.I could barely breathe.His

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"The killer was unbelievably strong.Just three swings were enough to smash the old wardrobe apart.However, behind the shattered doors, there was no one.The moment he realized I wasn't there, he erupted in frustration and began hammering wildly at everything around him.Chunks of plaster crumbled from the walls and shattered across the floor.I wasn't stupid.That wardrobe was the most obvious hiding spot in the room.There was no way I would have chosen it.The killer was furious.A hunter who never failed had just been fooled by his prey.To be outsmarted by the very thing he was hunting was a humiliation he couldn't tolerate.With an angry snarl, he pulled back part of his mask and stalked toward the table beside the wardrobe.A tablecloth draped over it.It was another decent hiding spot.He ripped the cloth away and casually tossed it toward the window.Dust exploded into the air.The smell was thick enough to sting my nose and throat.I quickly covered my mou

The stick was solid wood, thicker than my forearm.It looked like one of the table legs.Instead of running, I slipped out of the room, rounded the corner, and hid beside the doorway.The killer's furious roar echoed from inside.I knew he was desperate to catch me.Not just catch me, but make me suffer for humiliating him.After all, he'd made a complete fool of himself in front of his prey.Then I heard a series of dull thuds.A moment later, I realized what it was.The killer was so enraged that he was pounding his chest like a silverback gorilla.I gripped the wooden stick with both hands, crouched down, and waited.Soon, the pounding stopped.The footsteps drew closer and closer.Finally, the killer stepped out of the room.He looked left and then right, trying to decide which way I'd gone.I swung the stick with all my strength at the one place every man instinctively protected.At the same time, I drove my fist into his eye.The killer let out a howl of pain.Instinctively, he c

Worried the darkness would ruin the stream, I'd specifically asked my friend to get me some top-of-the-line equipment.Clipped to my collar was a compact night-vision camera that transmitted directly to my phone for the livestream.The thing was barely bigger than a wireless earbud case, easy to carry, and sharp enough to see clearly in almost complete darkness.Well, damn.No wonder the killer didn't need to track my location.I might as well have been broadcasting:"Hey! I'm over here! Come kill me!"Only then did I realize what had happened.I rubbed the back of my head and gave my friend an embarrassed smile."It's not that I'm stupid. I was just scared out of my mind."That also explained why the livestream hadn't completely shut down earlier.I'd only sent it to the background.The culprit was the portable camera.Because the camera was still running, the streaming app had remained active in the background.Not only had it drained my battery, but it had also sent me spiraling int