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.
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.
The old doll in the attic blinked. It was never a doll.
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.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed.
She heard a knock on the door. No one was there when she opened it. But there were wet footprints leading inside.
One sentence horror story: I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a figure at the foot of my bed. When I turned on the light, it was still there. It was my own reflection, but I was still in bed.
The old house was silent. Then I heard a child's laugh from the attic where no one should be.
One story could be: 'I heard a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, no one was there, but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.'