four sentence horror story

She walked into the old, abandoned house. The air was cold and stale. She heard a child's laughter. Then she saw a shadowy figure on the stairs.

I entered the forest alone. The trees loomed ominously. I heard whispers all around. Then a hand grabbed my ankle from the bushes.

I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a strange figure at the foot of my bed. It stared at me with empty eyes. Then it vanished into the darkness.

The doll on the shelf blinked. Its lips moved as if to speak. A chill ran down my spine. I knew it was alive. (This simple story plays on the common fear of inanimate objects coming to life. The idea of a doll, which is often seen as a symbol of innocence, suddenly showing signs of life is quite terrifying.)

The old cemetery was silent. A man went there at midnight. He felt a chill in the air. Then he saw a ghostly figure floating above a grave. He ran away as fast as he could.

I heard a scratching at my window. I peeked through the curtain. A pale hand reached for my face.

I heard strange noises coming from the attic. When I opened it, a pair of yellow eyes stared back at me.

I found an old diary in the attic. The last entry said 'They're coming for me, and now they know I'm here' and then the pages started to bleed.

She entered the old house. Every step on the creaking floorboards echoed. The portraits on the wall seemed to follow her with their eyes. A cold hand touched her shoulder. She turned around but saw nothing.

One idea could be 'The old house at the end of the lane had always been empty, until now.'