My reflection in the mirror smiled at me, but I wasn't smiling. It was a twisted, malevolent grin that made my blood run cold. I quickly looked away, but the image stayed in my mind, haunting me.
I found a Polaroid photo of myself sleeping. I don't remember anyone taking it, and the angle was from right above my bed. It felt like unseen eyes had been watching me all night.
I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, no one was there but a tattered doll.
Walking through the cemetery at night, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, but no one was there when I turned. This made me realize that there might be something unseen and terrifying lurking in the dark among the tombstones. The idea that there could be a presence that can touch but not be seen is truly spine - chilling.
I was alone in the house. A cold hand touched my shoulder from behind and I dared not turn around.
Here's another: 'She walked down the empty alley. A shadowy figure began to follow her silently.'
One story could be 'I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there.'
I woke up in the middle of the night. A cold hand touched my face and whispered 'you're not alone'.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
Example 1: I heard a noise downstairs. When I checked, there was no one there, but the front door was wide open. Example 2: She woke up in the middle of the night. A dark figure was standing at the foot of her bed.
Here's another. 'She heard a knock on the door. Opening it, she saw her own face staring back at her, but it wasn't a mirror.'
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.