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 heard my name whispered in the empty hallway. When I turned, there was only darkness.
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 was home alone and heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there. Then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
I was home alone when the doorknob started to turn slowly on its own.
My phone took a photo by itself. In the picture, there was a figure behind me.
She heard a baby crying in the attic. She's the only one home.
My phone showed a photo of me sleeping, but I live alone. Who took it?