They Call Me a Collector of Secrets—But Some Secrets Should Not Stay Buried. My name is Hai, a wandering journalist with a leather-bound notebook and a knack for finding trouble. While others at Modern Mysteries Magazine chase headlines, I chase shadows—the kind that whisper from cheap motel hallways, drift through midnight trains, and cling to the trembling voices of strangers who hand me their darkest confessions. Rule #1 of my trade: Never ask why they choose me to confess to. The Man Who Lived in Closet, Footsteps Above Room，Midnight Bride on the Balcony，and The Subway That Ran Empty at Midnight...I write them all down in my leather-bound notebook. But there's one story I will never tell. Not to my readers. Not to the strangers who confess their nightmares to me. Not even to myself.  Untill the day I met Lin...A girl who can see ghosts.   Attention Royal Road readers:Think you've encountered something unspeakable? Share your own unsolved mysteries in the comments. If your story chills me, I'll immortalize it in my next column. Just… don't blame me if the shadows start following you. Now, turn off the lights. The first story I'm about to tell could happen in any house. To anyone.Maybe, just maybe—it's already happened to you, You just haven't noticed yet.