I opened the closet door and there was a strange face looking back at me. It was a moment of pure horror. I quickly slammed the door shut and backed away. I could hear faint breathing coming from inside the closet. I was too terrified to open it again and check what it was. All I could think about was getting out of that room as fast as possible. So I ran out, not looking back, but I could still feel that something was following me.
My phone showed a photo of me sleeping, but I live alone. Who took it?
I heard my name whispered in the empty hallway. When I turned, there was only darkness.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed. It just stared.
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.
The mirror showed my reflection with a different face for a split second.
Consider this one - line story: 'My phone rang at 3 am, and the caller ID was my dead mother.' It's scary because 3 am is often considered a 'witching hour' in many superstitions. And getting a call from a deceased loved one is a very unnerving concept. It makes you wonder if there is something beyond death trying to communicate, or if it's something more sinister.
Here is one: 'The cat chased the moonbeam, never catching it but always in pursuit.' This simple line gives a sense of the cat's endless curiosity and the ephemeral nature of the moonbeam. It's a little moment of playfulness captured in just a few words.
Walking in the forest, I heard a whisper behind me. I turned, but saw only trees. Then the whisper came again, closer.
I heard a baby crying in the basement. I live alone.
My phone took a photo by itself. In the picture, there was a figure behind me.
She heard a baby crying in the attic. She's the only one home.