I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
The old house was silent. Suddenly, a cold breath blew on the back of his neck and a whisper said 'leave'.
She heard a strange scratching at the window. When she looked out, a pale hand reached for her face.
In my attic, I found an old doll. Its eyes were black as coal. At night, I heard it moving. I turned on the light and saw it sitting on my bed, staring at me. I knew it was not a normal doll.
I woke up to a figure at the foot of my bed. It just stared at me and then disappeared into the wall.
I was alone in the old house. Suddenly, a cold hand touched my shoulder.
I was alone in the old house. Strange noises came from the attic. When I looked up, a pair of red eyes stared back at me.
Once upon a time, in an old, abandoned house, there was a creaking noise at midnight. Every night, a cold wind blew through the broken windows. Shadows danced on the walls, as if they had a life of their own. There was a strange smell, like something long dead. A figure in white would sometimes appear in the hallway. Footsteps could be heard on the stairs, but no one was there. The doorknobs would turn by themselves. The mirrors showed distorted faces. The attic was filled with old dolls that seemed to watch. And then, a blood - curdling scream echoed through the house.
As I entered the old, abandoned house, the door slammed shut behind me. I then heard a slow, creaking sound coming from upstairs, and I knew I was not alone.
I heard a strange noise in the attic. When I looked up, a pair of red eyes stared back at me.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
A lone hiker heard strange whispers in the forest, then saw a pair of disembodied hands reaching out from the bushes.