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 woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 15th floor.
I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there, yet the knocking continued.
A memorable one is 'I can't sleep at night because I keep hearing my name being whispered in my ear, but there's no one there.' It gives that feeling of being haunted and makes you shiver at the thought of an unseen presence that knows your name.
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 heard my name whispered in the empty hallway. When I turned, there was only darkness.
Another one might be 'The old doll in the attic blinked. I'm sure it did.' This simple line creates a sense of unease as dolls are often associated with the uncanny. The idea of an inanimate object like a doll showing signs of life is quite terrifying.
I woke up to find a handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
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.
I was home alone and heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there. Then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
I woke up to a cold hand on my face. It wasn't mine.