I opened the cellar door. Red eyes glowed in the darkness. I quickly shut it.
Midnight. A knock on the window. I peeked through the curtain. A pale face with a sinister grin was pressed against the glass.
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.
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.
Walking in the forest, I heard a whisper behind me. I turned, but saw only trees. Then the whisper came again, closer.
Walking in the forest, I felt watched. I looked up, and a pair of red eyes stared from the trees. It was no animal. There was an intelligence in those eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to run, but my feet felt like they were stuck in the mud. As I struggled, I could hear the thing getting closer, branches snapping under its weight. I knew that whatever it was, it was coming for me, and there was little I could do to escape.
One example could be 'I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, no one was there but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.'
One could be 'The old house stood alone. Strange noises came from within.'
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.
A girl heard a whisper in the attic. She went up. Silence.
I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there, yet the knocking continued.
The old house creaked. I turned around. A shadow with no face stared back.