She heard a scratching at the door. The dog refused to go near it. Then the scratching stopped, and something whispered her name.
He found an old doll in the attic. Its eyes seemed to follow him. That night, he dreamt it was sitting on his chest.
The old doll in the attic blinked. Now it sits on my bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the end of my bed, just staring at me with empty eyes.
The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked past. It was the first time I noticed it had eyes.
My shadow had a life of its own today.
The power went out. I lit a candle and saw a face in the window. It was my own reflection, but I was standing across the room.
Well, for the first story, there was a family who moved into an old house. At night, they would hear strange scratching noises coming from the attic. One night, the youngest child went up there and saw a shadowy figure. He ran out screaming. The second story is about a hiker. He was in the woods alone and felt like he was being watched. Then he saw a pair of red eyes in the bushes. He quickly ran away. The third one is a woman who lived alone. Every night, she heard the sound of a baby crying outside her window, but when she looked, there was nothing there.
He was alone in the old house. A strange noise came from the attic. When he climbed up, a pair of glowing eyes stared at him.
She walked into the old, abandoned house. The door slammed shut behind her and she heard a child's laughter.
There was a house on the outskirts of town that was said to be haunted. A young couple moved in, ignoring the rumors. At night, they would hear scratching noises from under their bed. One night, the wife woke up to see a shadowy figure standing at the foot of the bed. She screamed, and when her husband turned on the light, there was nothing there. But every night after that, the figure would return, and they could feel its cold presence.
I woke up to find a cold hand on my shoulder, but I live alone. Every night since then, I feel that same touch. It seems like something is lurking in the darkness of my room, just waiting for the right moment to fully reveal itself. I'm constantly on edge, jumping at every little noise, fearing that it might be the thing that touched me getting closer.