Tell me a git horror story.

A frequent cause in git horror stories is improper branching and merging strategies. If branches are not named clearly or the merge process is not well - defined, chaos can ensue. For instance, if a team merges development branches into production without proper testing, bugs can flood the live system. Also, not having regular backups of the repository can be a big problem. If something goes wrong, there's no safety net to fall back on.

I don't really know the exact top stories. But it could be about the song's catchy tune.

One 1920 horror story could be about a haunted mansion. In 1920, there was a large, old mansion on the outskirts of a small town. A young couple moved in, ignoring the rumors. At night, they heard strange noises, like whispers and creaking floors. The wife would see a shadowy figure in the hallway. As they explored, they found a locked room in the attic. When they finally opened it, a cold wind blew out, and they saw old portraits with eyes that seemed to follow them. Terrified, they fled the mansion and never returned.

There was a haunted forest where people often got lost. A hiker named Tom ventured into it. As he walked deeper, the trees seemed to close in on him. He heard whispers that sounded like they were coming from the trees themselves. Then, he saw a figure in a white dress floating among the trees. Tom was so scared that he dropped his backpack and ran in the opposite direction. He didn't stop until he was out of the forest, but he could still feel the eyes of the figure on his back.

There was a small village haunted by a vengeful spirit. Every night, people would hear a blood - curdling scream. A traveler passing through the village decided to stay in an old inn. During the night, he woke up to a strange scratching sound on his window. When he looked outside, he saw a pale face with long black hair staring at him. The face started to melt into the window, and the traveler felt a cold hand grab his ankle. He quickly grabbed his things and ran out of the inn, never looking back.

Once upon a time, there was an old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. A group of curious teenagers decided to explore it one night. As they entered, the door slammed shut behind them. They heard strange whispers and creaking sounds. In one of the rooms, they saw a figure in the corner. When they got closer, it vanished. Then, one by one, they started to disappear. Only one girl managed to escape, but she was never the same again, haunted by the memories of that night.

In a dark forest, there was a rumor of Guzma's presence. A group of friends decided to explore. As they walked deeper, they heard strange noises. Suddenly, they saw Guzma's silhouette among the trees. He was surrounded by a strange mist. The friends started to run, but they felt like they were being chased. One by one, they got separated. The last one left was haunted by the thought of Guzma catching up to him.

Francis decided to visit an old cemetery. As he was walking among the tombstones, he noticed a particular grave that seemed to be pulsating. Curious, he got closer. Then, out of the ground, a hand emerged, followed by a body that resembled Francis himself. The doppelganger had a menacing look in its eyes. It started chasing Francis through the cemetery. Francis tripped over a tombstone, but with a final burst of energy, he managed to escape the cemetery gates, never looking back.

There was a cursed doll in an antique store. It had a cracked porcelain face and tattered clothes. A girl named Lily bought it, thinking it was just a cool antique. But at night, the doll would move on its own. It would sit up in her bed and stare at her with its lifeless eyes. Lily started having nightmares of the doll coming to life and strangling her. She tried to get rid of it, but it always found its way back to her. One day, she finally threw it into a fire, and as it burned, she heard a shrill scream. Since then, she has never seen the cursed doll again.

Once upon a nocturne, a young girl walked alone in the forest. The moonlight barely peeked through the thick trees. Suddenly, she heard a strange howling. She quickened her pace, but then she saw a pair of red, glowing eyes in the bushes. Her heart pounded as she ran, not looking back. She found an old, abandoned cabin and hid inside. But the howling grew louder and closer, and she knew something was out there, waiting for her in the nocturnal gloom.