Walking in the attic, I heard a child's giggle, yet no children have been here for decades.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed, then it vanished. It was my dead grandmother.
She entered the abandoned asylum. The hallways were dimly lit. A door creaked open by itself. A shadow darted across the wall. She ran out, feeling something chasing her.
I saw a ghostly figure in the mirror, it vanished when I blinked.
A magician was walking down the street and turned into a grocery store.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure standing at the foot of my bed. It disappeared when I turned on the light.
I heard a child's laughter in the empty attic. When I looked up, a pale face stared back.
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.
The old doll in the attic blinked. It was never a doll.