I opened the closet, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me.
I was home alone when the doorknob started to turn slowly on its own.
In the abandoned house, I felt a cold hand brush against my leg in the pitch - black. It was a moment of pure terror. There was no one else there, or at least no one that I could see. I immediately froze, not knowing what to do. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. Every nerve in my body was on edge as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Was it my imagination? But it felt so real. I slowly started to back away, my eyes straining to see in the darkness, but there was only blackness all around me.
I'll share one. 'I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed, grinning with no eyes.'
I looked in the mirror, but my reflection had a sinister smile that wasn't mine.
Walking in the forest, I heard a whisper behind me. I turned, but saw only trees. Then the whisper came again, closer.
There might be a story of a cursed object. A girl found an old locket in an antique store. After she put it on, she started having nightmares of a shadowy figure. Everywhere she went, she felt a cold presence. She finally threw the locket into a river, and the nightmares stopped.
One: The old house creaked. I turned, and a shadowy figure stared from the corner. Another: Alone in the forest, a whisper said my name. I ran, but it followed in the wind.
I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there, yet the knocking continued.
I opened the attic door. A cold hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed my wrist.
I heard my name whispered in the empty hallway. When I turned, there was only darkness.
My phone showed a photo of me sleeping, but I live alone. Who took it?
The old mirror in the attic showed a reflection that wasn't mine. Just one glance made my blood run cold.