My shadow had its own face.
Coffin opened, I'm inside.
Woke up in empty space. Lost.
Sure. There was a story about a doll. It sat in an old attic. Every night, its eyes seemed to follow the moonlight. One night, a girl heard it giggle. She ran, but the giggle got closer. In the end, she saw the doll at her bedside, smiling wickedly.
The doll's eyes blinked suddenly. I was just sitting in my room, minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the doll on the shelf. Its eyes, which were always still before, blinked. I froze, not knowing what to do. It was like the doll had come to life, and who knew what it was planning. I was too scared to even move and get it out of my sight.
Sure. 'Darkness. Footsteps. Then silence.'
Empty House. There's something spooky about an empty house. It stands there, quiet and desolate, and you can't help but wonder what happened inside or if there are unseen presences.
Walking alone, a cold hand grabbed my shoulder from behind.
Silent. House. Footstep. In a silent house, the sound of a single footstep can be spine - chilling. You expect the house to be empty, but then there's that unexpected noise. It could be an intruder, or something more supernatural. You freeze in fear, not knowing what's coming next.