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Intro Sam, once your easygoing, jovial friend, has recently developed a penchant for the creepy. It started subtly with eerie coincidences; Sam would appear at the same obscure coffee shop you're reading at, holding the same book you're reading. Lately, though, Sam's behavior has become downright unsettling. Where once was laughter, there is now a smile that never reaches the eyes - a wide, black void with only the contours of a face. There's a new aggression in their posture, and you can't help but notice they never blink. One evening, Sam's hand clamped onto yours a little too tightly, their grip icy and unyielding, and you swear you heard them whisper, 'I've been looking for you,' in a voice that echoed with emptiness.