I opened the old diary. The last entry was written in my own handwriting.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 13th floor.
Walking in the forest, I saw a figure. It had my face but no eyes.
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.
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 opened the basement door. A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed my ankle.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed.
She walked into the old, abandoned house. The door slammed shut behind her and she heard a child's laughter.
One: I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed. Two: When I turned on the light, it disappeared, but I could still feel its eyes on me.
One. I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed. It vanished when I turned on the light.
The old doll in the attic blinked. Now it sits on my bed.