tell me a short horror story

I was home alone one night. As I was getting ready for bed, I heard a strange scratching at the window. I peeked out, but saw nothing. When I lay back down, the scratching grew louder. Then, suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes stared at me from the other side of the glass.

A group of campers set up their tents near an old, abandoned mine. During the night, they noticed that their compasses were spinning erratically. Then, they heard the sound of pickaxes hitting rocks from inside the mine. One of the campers, who was a bit too curious, went to investigate. He never came back. The others soon found themselves surrounded by strange figures emerging from the mine, their faces pale and eyes empty. They were the ghosts of miners who had died in a tragic accident long ago and were now seeking revenge on those who dared to disturb their resting place.

On Christmas Eve, a young girl was left alone in her old, creaky house. As she sat by the dying fire, she heard a strange scratching at the window. Looking out, she saw a pair of red eyes in the darkness. Terrified, she ran to her room and hid under the bed. But the scratching followed her, getting louder and louder until she couldn't bear it anymore.

Once upon a time, a young woman was driving alone on a desolate highway at night. She saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road, shivering in the cold. Against her better judgment, she stopped to pick him up. As soon as he got in the car, a strange, icy chill filled the air. He didn't speak a word, just stared straight ahead. Then, she noticed his hands were covered in blood. She tried to scream, but no sound came out as the car seemed to be moving on its own towards a dark, abandoned building.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily. She lived in an old, creaky house at the edge of the woods. One night, as she was about to go to sleep, she heard a strange scratching at her window. She peeked through the curtain and saw a pair of glowing red eyes. Too scared to move, she hid under her blanket. The scratching continued all night long, and she could hear a low growl. In the morning, the scratching stopped, but when she looked out the window, there were deep claw marks on the sill.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily. She lived in an old, creaky house at the edge of a dark forest. One night, as she was about to go to sleep, she heard a strange scratching at her window. She peeked out, but saw nothing but the inky blackness. Then, a cold wind blew through the room, making the candles flicker. Suddenly, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the corner. Lily screamed, but when she blinked, the eyes were gone. That night, she huddled under her covers, too afraid to move until morning came.

Once upon a time, in a desolate old house, a girl heard strange scratching noises at night. She peered into the darkness but saw nothing. As she lay back down, a cold hand touched her ankle. She screamed and fumbled for the light. When it came on, there was a doll, its eyes now black, grinning at her from the foot of the bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed. Its eyes glowed red. Then it vanished. I couldn't sleep again.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch - black. Then I heard a soft whisper right next to my ear, but no one was there. Scared the life out of me.

Late at night, I was in the forest. I heard a howl that didn't sound like any normal animal. I started running, but I could feel something chasing me. I tripped over a root and fell. When I looked up, a large, shadowy creature was looming over me. I closed my eyes, waiting for the worst, but when I opened them again, it was gone. I don't know if I just imagined it or if it was something truly terrifying that decided to spare me.