A man was camping in the woods. As he sat by the fire, he felt a cold breath on the back of his neck. He quickly spun around, and for a split second, he saw a shadowy figure that looked like a twisted human form. It disappeared as soon as he fully faced it, leaving him terrified for the rest of the night.
Once, a girl was home alone at night. She heard a faint scratching sound coming from behind her. When she slowly turned around, she saw a pair of glowing eyes in the dark corner. In an instant, the figure vanished. She never found out what it was.
There was a student staying late in the library. All of a sudden, she heard a soft whisper right behind her. She turned around but saw nothing. But the whispering continued, getting louder and more menacing. It was as if an unseen entity was taunting her, and she ran out of the library as fast as she could.
One 'behind you one shot story' could be about a photographer who was trying to capture a rare bird. He focused his camera on the beautiful bird that was perched on a branch just behind a hiker. As he took the one shot, the hiker moved slightly at the exact moment, creating an unexpected and interesting composition with the bird in focus and the hiker's silhouette in the background.
The suddenness is really scary. In these stories, things happen so quickly when you turn around. One moment there's nothing, and the next, there's a terrifying sight. It catches you off - guard.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a figure at the foot of my bed with no face.
Sure. One story is about a young girl who always hears strange whispers in an old ancestral house. Every night, when she tries to sleep, the whispers get louder, as if something is right beside her ear. One day, she discovers a hidden diary in the attic that reveals a dark secret about a family curse.
I opened the old diary. The last entry read 'They're coming for me tonight' and then I heard a knock on my door.
I woke up to find a handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 13th floor.
She always heard whispers in the attic. One day, she went up there and the whispers stopped forever.
The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked past. It was the first time I noticed it had eyes.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window, but I live on the 20th floor.