The old doll in the attic blinked. Just once.
I woke up to a cold hand on my face. It wasn't mine.
I woke up to find a handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I opened the basement door. A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed my ankle.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 15th floor.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the window beside my bed.
I was home alone. Heard a knock on the door. Opened it. Nobody was there.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed. It just stared.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 13th floor.
A girl heard a whisper in the attic. She went up. Silence.
The old house creaked. I turned around. A shadow with no face stared back.
A man woke up in a cold room. The door was locked. A handprint slowly appeared on the window.