In the empty house, the phone rang. I answered, but all I heard was my own breathing echoing back at me.
Walking through the cemetery at night, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, but no one was there when I turned. This made me realize that there might be something unseen and terrifying lurking in the dark among the tombstones. The idea that there could be a presence that can touch but not be seen is truly spine - chilling.
I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, no one was there but a tattered doll.
My reflection in the mirror smiled at me, but I wasn't smiling. It was a twisted, malevolent grin that made my blood run cold. I quickly looked away, but the image stayed in my mind, haunting me.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
Here's another: 'She walked down the empty alley. A shadowy figure began to follow her silently.'
I was alone in the house. A cold hand touched my shoulder from behind and I dared not turn around.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed. It just stared at me with empty eyes.
I woke up in the middle of the night. A cold hand touched my face and whispered 'you're not alone'.
One story could be 'I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there.'
Walking through the cemetery at night, I heard a whisper calling my name from an unmarked grave.
The last person on earth sat alone in a room. Then there was a knock at the door.