I woke up in the middle of the night to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, there was no one there.
The old mirror showed a figure behind me. When I spun around, I saw only my empty room.
She heard a baby crying in the attic. But she lived alone and there were no babies in the house.
He was alone in the old house. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck and a whisper that said 'leave'.
Here's one. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. When I blinked, it was gone but I could still feel its presence.
One really scary horror story is about a haunted house. A family moved in and at night, they would hear strange scratching noises coming from the walls. The children would often see a shadowy figure in their rooms. One day, they found old, blood - stained letters in the attic that told of a tragic murder that happened in the house long ago.
One story could be 'I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there.'
I woke up in the middle of the night. A cold hand touched my face and whispered 'you're not alone'.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, no one was there but a tattered doll.
I woke up to a hand on my face, but I live alone.
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.
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.