I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. It just stood there, motionless, staring at me.
My phone took a picture by itself. When I looked at it, there was a face I didn't recognize in the background of my bedroom.
Walking through the cemetery at night, I heard a whisper calling my name from an unmarked grave.
I woke up in the middle of the night. When I turned on the light, I saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed.
I once heard 'The old doll in the attic turned its head to look at me.' It gives me the chills just thinking about it.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
Here's one: 'The last page of the book I was reading had my name written in blood.' Reading is usually a safe and solitary activity. But when something as sinister as your name written in blood appears on the page of a book you're reading, it creates a sense of dread. It's as if the book is somehow connected to you in a very dangerous and unknown way. It could mean that there is a malevolent force that has targeted you specifically through the book.
The doll's eyes followed her across the room. Dolls are inherently a bit creepy, especially when they seem to have a life of their own. The idea that its eyes can move and follow someone is really terrifying as it goes against the normal inanimate nature of a doll, making it seem like it has a mind or some sort of sinister intention.
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 found a diary in the basement. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight' and the date was yesterday.
Story 1: The old house stood alone in the dark woods. Every night, a cold hand would reach out from under the floorboards. Story 2: She walked into the empty classroom. A shadow on the wall began to take the shape of a menacing figure.
One story could be: I woke up in a dark room. The walls were damp. There was a strange smell. I heard a low growl. I tried to find a door but there were only walls. My phone was missing. The growl got louder. I saw a pair of red eyes in the corner. I started to scream but no one could hear me. I realized I might never get out.