The last person on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
Walking through the old cemetery at night, I heard a whisper say my name, and the wind carried a scent of decay that made my blood run cold.
One: The old house was empty for years. I walked in, and a cold hand grabbed my ankle. Two: I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, the crying stopped, and a shadow whispered 'leave'.
The old house at the end of the lane was empty for years. One night, I heard a child crying from it. When I looked inside, a pale face stared back at me from the darkness.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed. It just stared at me with empty eyes.
I opened the closet, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me from the darkness inside.
The clock stopped at midnight. Then, I saw a face in the mirror that wasn't mine. I couldn't look away as it started to smile a sinister smile. It felt like it was reaching out from the mirror, its long fingers stretching towards me. I tried to run, but my feet were glued to the floor. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it would disappear when I opened them again. But when I finally gathered the courage to peek, it was still there, closer than before.
The old house creaked in the wind. I woke to find a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure standing at the foot of my bed. It disappeared when I turned on the light.
The last person on earth sat alone in a room. Then there was a knock at the door.
In the attic, I found a diary with my name on it. I've never been in the attic before and the last entry was dated yesterday.