I walked into the empty classroom. Suddenly, the chalk started writing by itself on the blackboard.
The old house was silent. Then I heard a child's laugh from the attic where no one should be.
She entered the old house. Every step on the creaking floorboards echoed. The portraits on the wall seemed to follow her with their eyes. A cold hand touched her shoulder. She turned around but saw nothing.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed.
The phone rang in the middle of the night. It was a call from my own number.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed with no face.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed with no face.
She heard a strange noise from the attic. When she went to check, the attic door slammed shut behind her.
I woke up to a cold hand on my shoulder. When I turned, no one was there.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window, but I live on the 20th floor.