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.
I was home alone when the doorknob started turning on its own. No one should be there.
At a haunted asylum. A journalist explored. Footsteps followed him. He found a bloody room. His camera stopped working.
I found an abandoned car in the desert. When I looked inside, there was a skeleton still gripping the steering wheel.
The elevator stopped between floors, and a cold hand touched my shoulder in the pitch - black darkness.
They explored the abandoned asylum. A sudden gust of wind blew out their candles. Whispers filled the dark hallways.
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.
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.
A lonely lighthouse stood on the cliff. A keeper heard knocking on the door in a storm. When he opened it, a faceless figure was there.
The last person on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.