The clock stopped at 3:00 AM. Then I heard a strange scratching at the door. You know, it's often said that 3 AM is the 'devil's hour'. This sudden stillness of the clock followed by the scratching sound made my heart race. I was too scared to even peek through the peephole. I just sat there, frozen, hoping whatever it was would go away.
My phone took a photo by itself. In the picture, there was a figure behind me.
I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there, yet the knocking continued.
One really scary horror story is about a haunted house. A family moved in and at night, they would hear strange scratching noises coming from the walls. The children would often see a shadowy figure in their rooms. One day, they found old, blood - stained letters in the attic that told of a tragic murder that happened in the house long ago.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 15th floor.
Walking in the forest, I felt watched. I looked up, and a pair of red eyes stared from the trees. It was no animal. There was an intelligence in those eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to run, but my feet felt like they were stuck in the mud. As I struggled, I could hear the thing getting closer, branches snapping under its weight. I knew that whatever it was, it was coming for me, and there was little I could do to escape.
There's a horror story of a girl who received a strange old doll. At first, it seemed normal, but then it started to move on its own at night. It would be in different places each morning. The girl began to have nightmares of the doll coming to life and trying to harm her. She tried to get rid of it, but it always came back, no matter how far she threw it or buried it.
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.
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.
There was a story about a haunted asylum. Patients in this asylum reported seeing apparitions of former inmates who had died in cruel ways. Nurses and doctors also had their share of scares. They would see shadowy figures in the hallways at night, and equipment would move on its own. It was as if the tortured souls of the past were still lingering in that place.