The old doll in the attic blinked. Now it sits on my bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the end of my bed, just staring at me with empty eyes.
The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked past. It was the first time I noticed it had eyes.
She heard a scratching at the door. The dog refused to go near it. Then the scratching stopped, and something whispered her name.
My shadow had a life of its own today.
She walked into the old, abandoned house. The door slammed shut behind her and she heard a child's laughter.
There was a house on the outskirts of town that was said to be haunted. A young couple moved in, ignoring the rumors. At night, they would hear scratching noises from under their bed. One night, the wife woke up to see a shadowy figure standing at the foot of the bed. She screamed, and when her husband turned on the light, there was nothing there. But every night after that, the figure would return, and they could feel its cold presence.
I woke up to find a cold hand on my shoulder, but I live alone. Every night since then, I feel that same touch. It seems like something is lurking in the darkness of my room, just waiting for the right moment to fully reveal itself. I'm constantly on edge, jumping at every little noise, fearing that it might be the thing that touched me getting closer.
One time, my neighbor would always stare at me through his window whenever I was in my yard. It was really creepy. He never said a word, just stared with this blank look on his face.
One super creepy horror story is about an old, abandoned asylum. People say that at night, you can hear the screams of the patients who once suffered there. A group of teenagers once decided to explore it. As they walked through the dark hallways, they felt a cold breeze, and suddenly, the door at the end of the corridor slammed shut on its own.
There was a doll that was found in an antique store. It had a very strange appearance, with its eyes that seemed to follow you around the room. A girl bought it thinking it was cool. But at night, she would hear it whispering. She couldn't make out the words at first. One night, she woke up to find the doll sitting on her chest, its face inches from hers, and it said 'You're mine now' in a raspy voice. She threw the doll out the next day.