The old doll in the attic blinked at me when I opened the door.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
In the middle of the night, I heard a child's laughter from the empty well.
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 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.
He was alone in the old house. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck and a whisper that said 'leave'.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, there was no one there.
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.
It depends. Some people might find them super creepy, while others might not be that affected.
I walked into the old attic. The doll sitting there suddenly blinked its eyes, and I froze in fear.
One: I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch - black. A cold hand touched my face. I heard a whisper 'leave'. Then I saw a shadow disappear.