The last page of the diary read 'They're coming for me, and now they know where you are'.
She smiled at me from the mirror, but I was alone in the room. This short horror story plays on the fear of the unknown and the unexpected. Mirrors are often associated with the supernatural in horror, and the idea of seeing someone who isn't supposed to be there is truly terrifying. It makes you wonder if there are otherworldly beings that can cross over into our realm and interact with us in such a creepy way.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window, but I live on the 20th floor.
The clock stopped ticking. Then I heard a slow, dragging sound coming from the attic.
I heard my name whispered in the empty attic.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed.
They walked into the dark forest. Every step they took, they heard something stalking them. It got closer and closer.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed.
Another one: I woke up to find a cold hand on my throat, but no one was there when I turned on the light. It made me shiver all night long. I still don't know what it was.
Well, they are short and to the point. There's no time for long - winded explanations. They quickly plant a seed of horror in your mind. Like 'I found a strange key. It unlocked a door I'd never seen before.' It leaves a lot to the imagination, which is what makes them so effective.
Try 'The wind whispered secrets that froze the blood in his veins as he entered the cursed cemetery.' It's short but effective, grabbing the reader's attention right away.
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. It was on the inside.