In a dilapidated old asylum, long since closed, a group of daredevil teens decided to break in one night. They explored the dark hallways, laughing nervously. As they entered one of the patient rooms, the door slammed shut behind them. The temperature dropped drastically. They heard the sound of a wheelchair creaking down the hall. Then, they saw a figure in a tattered hospital gown, its face hidden in shadow. One of the teens fainted, and the others desperately tried to break down the door as the figure got closer and closer.
She was alone in the old house. The floorboards creaked as she walked. Suddenly, she heard a faint whisper coming from the attic. Against her better judgment, she climbed the rickety stairs. In the attic, there was an old doll sitting in a corner. As she stared at it, the doll's eyes seemed to follow her. Then she heard the whisper again, this time it said her name. She ran out of the attic, but the door slammed shut behind her and she was trapped with that terrifying doll.
Sure. Here is one: I was home alone at night. The power went out suddenly. As I fumbled for a flashlight in the dark, I heard a slow creaking on the stairs. I froze, my heart pounding. Then I saw a shadow slowly creeping up the wall. I knew I should run, but fear had me rooted to the spot.
One long scary story is about an old, abandoned asylum. People say that at night, strange noises come from within. A group of curious teenagers once decided to explore it. As they walked through the dark, damp corridors, they heard the sound of dragging chains. One of them saw a shadowy figure in the distance. They started to run, but the doors seemed to close on their own. When they finally escaped, they swore they'd never go back again.
Here is another one. There was a small, isolated village deep in the forest. Every full moon, a mist would roll in. One night, a traveler seeking shelter arrived. As he entered the village, all was quiet. But then he noticed that all the houses had their doors and windows boarded up. In the center of the village square, there was a large stone with strange markings. As he approached it, he heard a low growl coming from all directions. Suddenly, he felt like he was being watched by unseen eyes, and his heart pounded with fear.
One night, I was walking alone on a desolate road. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and the only light came from the occasional flickering streetlamp. Suddenly, I heard a strange scratching sound coming from the bushes beside me. I stopped, my heart pounding in my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadowy figure dart across the road. I started to run, not daring to look back, feeling as if something was chasing me, its hot breath on my neck. When I finally reached my house, I slammed the door shut and peeked out the window, but there was nothing there. But I could still feel the fear lingering.
One scary story could be about an old, abandoned house at the end of a dark lane. People in the town always said it was haunted. A young girl, curious about the rumors, decided to explore it one night. As she entered, the door slammed shut behind her. The air was cold and stale. She heard strange whispers and creaking sounds coming from the upstairs. Every step she took on the rickety staircase seemed to echo loudly. When she reached the top, she saw a shadowy figure in one of the rooms. Terrified, she ran back down, but the door wouldn't open. She was trapped with the unknown presence.
A third one. I was staying in a motel room on a long road trip. The room was dimly lit. I noticed the wallpaper was peeling. As I lay in bed, I heard scratching on the wall. I thought it might be a mouse at first. But the scratches got louder and more violent. I got up to look, but there was nothing there. When I turned back, the bedcovers were all messed up as if someone had been sitting there, and a cold hand brushed against my ankle.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a scratching sound at my window. I peeked through the curtain and saw a pale face with hollow eyes staring back at me. It vanished when I blinked. I told myself it was just a dream, but the scratches on the window were real in the morning.
A man goes to the doctor. He says, 'Doctor, you've got to help me. I keep thinking I'm a deck of cards.' The doctor replies, 'Sit down and I'll deal with you later.'
I'll share one. I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange scratching at my window. I slowly turned my head to look, but all I could see was my own pale reflection. Then, the scratching stopped. A cold hand touched my shoulder. I dared not turn around.