She walked into the old attic. A cold hand touched her shoulder from the darkness.
I was home alone. Then I heard the doorknob turn slowly, but no one was supposed to be there.
He looked in the mirror. A face that wasn't his stared back with empty eyes.
The old house was empty for years. I heard a child's laugh and saw a shadow on the wall.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
Once upon a time, in a dark and desolate forest, there was an old, abandoned house. Every night, a strange whisper could be heard from within. 'Leave this place, or you'll never be seen again,' it hissed. But one curious traveler ignored the warning and entered. The door slammed shut behind him, and he was never heard from again.
The old house on the hill was empty for years. One night, a girl heard strange noises from it. She went in and never came out.
Walking alone in the forest, I heard whispers that seemed to come from the trees, and I knew I wasn't alone. There was something out there watching me, waiting. As I quickened my pace, the whispers grew louder, like they were getting closer. I didn't dare look back. I just ran until I thought my lungs would burst. When I finally reached the edge of the forest, I looked back and saw nothing but the dark, menacing trees. I still don't know what was in there with me that day.
Walking through the cemetery at night, I saw a figure that vanished when I blinked.
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 woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed, but when I turned on the light, it was still there.
He was camping alone in the forest. A strange howl echoed through the trees. His tent zipper started to open by itself.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed. It vanished when I turned on the light.