I opened the old diary. The last entry read 'They're coming for me tonight' and then I heard a knock on my door.
In the mirror, a face that wasn't mine stared back, smiling. I blinked and it was still there. It started to laugh. It was then I realized I was not alone. Every time I turned around, it was still in the mirror, following my every move, and there was no way to escape from it. It was like it was trapped in the mirror world but still had the power to terrify me in mine.
I found a doll in the attic. Its eyes followed me everywhere. It was really creepy.
One story could be: 'I heard a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, no one was there, but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.'
A third story could be 'I walked into the abandoned house. The moment I stepped in, the door slammed shut and the walls began to ooze blood.' The idea of being trapped in a place where something so grotesque as walls oozing blood occurs is terrifying. It plays on the fear of being in an unknown and dangerous situation, which is a common theme in horror.
A third story could be: 'I took a photo of the cemetery. When I looked at it later, there was a figure standing behind me that I didn't see when I took the picture.' It gives a feeling of unease as it implies that there was some sort of ghostly or otherworldly figure present at the cemetery that the person was unaware of until they saw the photo.
One story could be: I woke up to a strange noise. When I opened my eyes, a shadowy figure was standing at the foot of my bed. Another is: The old house was silent. As I walked through the hall, a cold hand grabbed my ankle.
I was alone in the old house. Suddenly, a cold hand touched my shoulder, but when I turned around, there was no one there. It was just the start of the horror that lurked in that place.
A story could be 'I heard a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, no one was there but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.' These two - sentence horror stories are great because they cut straight to the core of fear without a lot of build - up.
She always heard whispers in the attic. One day, she went up there and the whispers stopped forever.
The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked past. It was the first time I noticed it had eyes.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window, but I live on the 20th floor.