I heard my name whispered in the empty hallway. When I turned, there was only darkness.
She heard a baby crying in the attic. She's the only one home.
One: The old house creaked. I turned, and a shadowy figure stared from the corner. Another: Alone in the forest, a whisper said my name. I ran, but it followed in the wind.
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.
Walking in the forest, I heard a whisper behind me. I turned, but saw only trees. Then the whisper came again, closer.
My phone showed a photo of me sleeping, but I live alone. Who took it?
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.
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.
I woke up to find my bedroom filled with black feathers. I live on the top floor, and there are no birds around. I still don't know where they came from. It gives me chills every time I think about it.
I was home alone. Heard a knock on the door. Opened it. Nobody was there.