Moonlight hid a lurking shape.
The doll's eyes blinked suddenly. I was just sitting in my room, minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the doll on the shelf. Its eyes, which were always still before, blinked. I froze, not knowing what to do. It was like the doll had come to life, and who knew what it was planning. I was too scared to even move and get it out of my sight.
Footsteps followed, but no one there. I was all alone in the old, creaky house and every time I stopped, those footsteps would also halt. It was as if something was stalking me, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The silence between each step was deafening and filled me with dread.
Sure. 'Darkness. Footsteps. Then silence.'
Empty House. There's something spooky about an empty house. It stands there, quiet and desolate, and you can't help but wonder what happened inside or if there are unseen presences.
Walking alone, a cold hand grabbed my shoulder from behind.
Silent. House. Footstep. In a silent house, the sound of a single footstep can be spine - chilling. You expect the house to be empty, but then there's that unexpected noise. It could be an intruder, or something more supernatural. You freeze in fear, not knowing what's coming next.