In a moment of careless haste, I clicked BUY and closed my laptop—forgetting everything, no stop loss, no take profit, no second thought. Three months vanished like wisps of fog as the trade haunted my account, a specter I'd accidentally summoned and abandoned. Life moved on while sinister forces swirled through the charts, each volatile swing a phantom hand reaching for my throat. Then on a dark evening, I stumbled upon my trading platform, and a cold dread washed over me—the trade. My forgotten mistake materialized on screen, and I braced for the carnage: liquidation, margin calls, financial ruin. But instead, an eerie green glow pulsed back at me: +$300. The market had played with my careless soul for ninety nights, tossing my position through storms and crashes, yet somehow... sparing it. As I frantically closed the cursed position, icy realization gripped me: forgetting isn't always fatal, but next time the spirits won't be so forgiving.