The mirror showed nothing.
The doll's eyes moved.
I woke up. Everyone had no faces. Terrifying.
The mirror showed a face not mine. Then it smiled.
How about 'Knock, no one there.' You hear a knock at the door, but when you open it, there's nobody. It leaves you with a sense of unease and the feeling that something is playing tricks on you.
I heard whispers in the dark. I asked who. Only echoes.
One night, I was alone in my old, creaky house. I heard a strange scratching at the window. When I peeked out, there was a pale face with hollow eyes staring back. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. But then I saw a shadow seeping in from under the door. It slowly took the form of a hand, reaching for me. I screamed but no one could hear me. As it grabbed my ankle, I woke up. It was all a nightmare, or so I thought. But then I saw the scratches on my ankle.
Once upon a midnight dreary, I was alone in an old, creaking house. The wind howled outside like a banshee. I heard strange noises coming from the attic. With a trembling hand, I held my flashlight and climbed the rickety stairs. As I reached the attic, a cold gust blew out my light. In the pitch black, I felt a presence. Then, a pair of glowing eyes emerged. I tried to run, but something grabbed my ankle. I screamed, but no one could hear me. I was trapped in this nightmare, at the mercy of the unknown horror that lurked in the attic.