Here's one more: 'I turned on the TV and all the channels showed the same image of my empty bedroom. But I was sitting in that very bedroom watching the TV.'
How about 'I was walking alone in the forest when I heard a voice calling my name. The voice was coming from the direction of an old, abandoned well.' This is quite scary because being alone in the forest already gives a sense of isolation. Then, hearing a voice, especially from the direction of an ominous - looking well, adds to the horror. It makes you wonder what could be down there or what kind of entity is calling your name.
Sure. 'I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection smiling while I wasn't. Then it winked at me.'
One could be 'I heard a knock at the door in the middle of the night. When I opened it, no one was there but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.'
Sure. 'I clicked on the Metacritic link. Immediately, the high - rated games started to bleed pixels, their blood - red trails spelling out my doom.'
Sure. 'Joan Cusack's eyes followed me. Everywhere I hid, those eyes found me.'
Here's one: 'The last page of the book I was reading had my name written in blood.' Reading is usually a safe and solitary activity. But when something as sinister as your name written in blood appears on the page of a book you're reading, it creates a sense of dread. It's as if the book is somehow connected to you in a very dangerous and unknown way. It could mean that there is a malevolent force that has targeted you specifically through the book.
Another horror two - sentence story is 'I walked into the basement. The moment I turned on the light, I saw a figure with no face disappearing into the shadows.' The lack of a face is very creepy and the fact that it disappears into the shadows as soon as the light is on adds to the horror, leaving the reader to wonder what that figure was and what it might do next.
Here is one. 'The old house was silent. Then I heard a voice whispering my name from the attic.'
Story 1: I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, no one was there.
The phone rang at midnight. When I answered, all I heard was heavy breathing and then a whisper of my name from an unknown voice.
I once read one. 'The old man sat alone in the dark room. Then he realized he was not alone.'
I opened the old book at teatime. The pages whispered my name in a voice that wasn't there.