Another might be: 'The old house creaked at night. I walked down the hall and felt a cold hand on my shoulder. It was a very simple yet spooky story. The creaking of the house already sets a spooky mood, and then the sudden feeling of a cold hand on the shoulder intensifies the fear factor.
One story could be: 'I heard a scratching at my window. When I looked out, there was a faceless figure staring back.'
Here's one more: 'I woke up in the middle of the night. My clock was ticking backwards and a shadowy form loomed in the corner. This story plays on the fear of the unknown and the abnormal. A clock ticking backwards is an unusual and unsettling sign, and the presence of a shadowy form adds to the overall scariness.
Here's another. 'The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked by.' This simple sentence creates a sense of unease. Dolls are often associated with the uncanny, and the idea of an inanimate object like a doll blinking is quite creepy. It makes you wonder what kind of malevolent force might be animating it, or if there's some sort of supernatural presence in the attic.
Here's another. 'The old house down the lane was said to be haunted. I entered it and felt a cold hand on my shoulder in the dark.' This short story gives a sense of immediate danger and the unknown in a spooky setting like an old haunted house.
Once upon a time, in a dark forest. A hiker heard strange whispers. He saw red eyes in the bushes. His flashlight died. Then a cold hand touched his shoulder.
Once upon a time, in a dark and desolate forest, there was an old, abandoned house. Every night, a strange whisper could be heard from within. 'Leave this place, or you'll never be seen again,' it hissed. But one curious traveler ignored the warning and entered. The door slammed shut behind him, and he was never heard from again.
The old house on the hill was empty for years. One night, a girl heard strange noises from it. She went in and never came out.
Walking alone in the forest, I heard whispers that seemed to come from the trees, and I knew I wasn't alone. There was something out there watching me, waiting. As I quickened my pace, the whispers grew louder, like they were getting closer. I didn't dare look back. I just ran until I thought my lungs would burst. When I finally reached the edge of the forest, I looked back and saw nothing but the dark, menacing trees. I still don't know what was in there with me that day.
I stayed at a hotel. In the middle of the night, I saw a handprint on the window. Then, a cold breath blew on my neck from behind the curtain which was so terrifying.
One could be 'I heard a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, no one was there but I felt a cold hand brush my arm.'
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed, but when I turned on the light, it was still there.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed. It just stared.