Walking alone at night, a whisper came from behind me saying my name, but no one was there. I ran.
I opened the attic door. A cold hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed my wrist.
In the abandoned asylum, I heard a child's laughter echoing through the empty halls. It sent shivers down my spine. There was no way a child should be in that desolate place. The laughter seemed to be coming from all directions, and as I tried to find the source, the rooms seemed to close in on me. I could feel a sense of dread building up inside me, and I knew I had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
I looked in the mirror, but my reflection had a sinister smile that wasn't mine.
I was home alone and heard a knock at the door. I opened it, but no one was there. Then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
She heard a baby crying in the attic. She's the only one home.
I was home alone when the doorknob started to turn slowly on its own.
I heard my name whispered in the empty hallway. When I turned, there was only darkness.
My phone showed a photo of me sleeping, but I live alone. Who took it?
I'll share one. 'I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed, grinning with no eyes.'
I told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high. She looked surprised.
There was a story about a fox that haunted an old mill. The mill was abandoned for years. The fox made its den there. One day, a curious boy entered the mill. He heard strange noises coming from the attic. As he climbed the stairs, he saw the fox. But this fox had a face that looked like a human skull. The fox hissed at him and chased him out of the mill. The boy was so scared that he couldn't sleep for days, always seeing the fox's skull - like face in his dreams.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. It just stood there, staring.