I opened the old attic door. A cold hand grabbed my wrist from the darkness.
The phone rang at midnight. A voice on the other end whispered my darkest secret.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window that wasn't mine. It was small, like a child's, but I live alone.
Well, here are some. 'I always sleep with a nightlight. Last night, I woke up to find it was inside my head.' And also 'My sister said she saw a man in her room. Now she's the one who stares at me at night.'
Sure. 'I heard a noise in the attic. When I went to check, a clown doll winked at me.'
One example could be: 'I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed with no face.'
Here's one more: 'The old house was silent. Then, from the attic, I heard the sound of a rocking chair moving on its own, as if someone long dead was still using it.' These stories rely on our basic fears of the unknown and the unexpected to send shivers down our spines.
I woke up with a hand on my shoulder. It was my own detached hand. Creepy, right? Because I still had both hands attached a moment ago.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on my window. Then I realized I live on the 13th floor.
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.
Here's another: 'The old doll's eyes followed me. Then it whispered my name.' This simple two - sentence horror story creates a sense of unease. The idea of an inanimate object like a doll having some sort of life and malevolence is a common theme in horror. It plays on our natural fear of the unknown and the creepy factor associated with old, often dilapidated toys. The whispering of one's name adds a personal touch, making it seem as if the doll has a specific interest in the person, which heightens the horror.
I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, no one was there but a tattered doll.