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.
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 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.
I woke up in the middle of the night. A cold hand touched my face and whispered 'you're not alone'.
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 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 heard a whisper calling my name from an unmarked grave.
The last person on earth sat alone in a room. Then there was a knock at the door.
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 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.
He was alone in the old house. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck and a whisper that said 'leave'.