All right. I looked into the mirror and saw a face that wasn't mine. It started to smile a sinister smile.
Sure. The doorbell rang at midnight. When I opened the door, there was no one there but a cold wind blew through me.
Okay. I entered the abandoned hospital. As soon as I stepped in, I heard a blood - curdling scream echoing through the empty halls.
Sure. I woke up in a dark room. There was a figure standing over my bed with a knife.
Well, you need to think of something unexpected. Such as 'I looked at my reflection in the mirror. But it wasn't me staring back.' It's about catching the reader off - guard.
The power went out while I was home alone. As I lit a candle, a face appeared in the window, its eyes glowing red.
Walking down the deserted alley, he felt a presence behind him and heard the slow, deliberate steps getting closer. It was a faceless figure in a tattered cloak. The figure seemed to glide rather than walk, and as it got closer, an icy chill filled the air. He tried to run, but his feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand. All he could do was watch as the figure reached out its long, bony fingers towards him.
A lonely lighthouse stood on the cliff. A keeper heard knocking on the door in a storm. When he opened it, a faceless figure was there.
Here's one. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. When I blinked, it was gone but I could still feel its presence.
I was alone in the attic. Then I felt someone whisper my name in a voice I didn't recognize.
I opened the closet, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me from the darkness inside.
I woke up to a hand on my face, but I live alone.
He was alone in the old house. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck and a whisper that said 'leave'.