Sunday Scaries 096
it was the eve of your biggest presentation. You had practiced for weeks, every slide perfect, every word rehearsed. But as you drifted to sleep, a tiny, nagging voice whispered from beneath your bed: “Did you hit ‘save’ on the final version, or the one with all the typos?” You bolt upright, eyes wide, the terror of an unsaved document far more chilling than any ghost.