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.
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.
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.
One long horror story could be about an old, abandoned asylum. A group of friends decided to explore it at night. As they entered, the air was thick with a musty smell. The hallways were dimly lit by the faint moonlight seeping through the broken windows. Strange noises echoed around them, like the moans of long - dead patients. One of the friends saw a shadowy figure in the distance that seemed to glide rather than walk. As they moved deeper into the asylum, they found a room full of old, rusted medical equipment. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them, and they heard scratching on the other side. Panic set in as they tried to find a way out, but every corridor seemed to lead them further into the nightmarish place.
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.'
In a far - off realm, there was a wizard named Arin. One day, he entered a forbidden forest. As he walked, the trees whispered secrets. He came across a pond that was filled with starlight. A mermaid emerged from it. She gave Arin a crystal that could turn back time for a brief moment. Using it, he was able to prevent a great disaster that would have befallen his land.
One story could be: 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, but then I heard my bedroom door creak open. I was too frozen with fear to move as I felt a cold presence approaching my bed.
A man went to the dentist. The dentist said, 'You need a filling.' The man replied, 'No, I don't like fillings. I only like ice cream.' The dentist was so amused that he almost dropped his drill. Then the man added, 'Can you put ice cream in my tooth instead?'.
I was walking in the old cemetery at midnight. The moon was full and cast an eerie glow. Suddenly, I saw a figure in a white dress floating among the tombstones. It didn't make a sound as it moved closer. I froze in fear, and as it got nearer, I could see its hollow eyes staring right at me. I ran as fast as I could out of there.
Story 1: I found myself in a deserted subway station late at night. The lights were flickering ominously. I walked along the platform, and the silence was deafening. Suddenly, I heard a faint scratching sound coming from the tunnel. I peered into the darkness, and a figure started to emerge. It was a pale, gaunt man with long, sharp nails. He started running towards me at an inhuman speed. Story 2: I was staying in a motel room on a long road trip. The room was cold and damp. As I was about to go to sleep, I heard a soft knocking on the door. I got up to check, but no one was there. When I went back to bed, the knocking started again, this time louder. I looked through the peephole and saw a woman with a blank expression just standing there. Then she slowly disappeared from view.