The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked past. It was the first time I noticed it had eyes.
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.
She heard a scratching at the door. The dog refused to go near it. Then the scratching stopped, and something whispered her name.
My shadow had a life of its own today.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 13th floor.
I found a diary in the basement. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight' and the date was yesterday.
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.
She always heard whispers in the attic. One day, she went up there and the whispers stopped forever.