Can you tell me a scary story?

Sure. There was once a small, dilapidated house on the outskirts of a town. People said it was haunted. A young girl, curious and fearless, decided to enter. As she walked in, the air was thick with a sickening smell. She heard strange whispers. Then, she saw a figure in the corner, its eyes glowing red. She tried to run but the door slammed shut on its own. She was trapped with the unknown, terrifying entity.

Sure. There was a young girl who moved into an old, creaky house. One night, she heard strange scratching noises coming from the attic. When she went to investigate, she saw a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness. Terrified, she ran back to her room, but the door slammed shut behind her and she was trapped with the unknown presence getting closer and closer.

Once upon a time, in an old, dilapidated house at the end of a long, dark lane, there lived a strange old woman. Every night, when the moon was full, a cold wind would start to blow around the house. One night, a young girl got lost and knocked on the old woman's door for help. The old woman opened the door with a creepy smile. As the girl entered, she noticed the walls were covered in strange symbols. The old woman locked the door behind her. The girl heard strange noises coming from the attic, like something was dragging itself across the floor. She tried to run but found she was trapped.

A young boy moved into a new house. Every night, he heard scratching noises from inside his closet. One night, he finally got the courage to open it. A small, dark figure with long claws leaped out at him. The boy ran out of the room, but when he looked back, he saw the figure standing in the doorway, smiling wickedly.

Here's one. In a fortnight of staying at a haunted inn, a traveler noticed that every midnight, a cold wind would start blowing through his room. He saw a face in the window that seemed to be from another era. As the fortnight progressed, things got worse. Objects in the room started moving on their own. He was terrified but couldn't leave until the fortnight was over.

There was a girl called Lucy. She was walking in the woods near her home. All of a sudden, she heard a soft whispering. As she followed the sound, she came across a small, dilapidated hut. Inside, she saw a shadowy figure that seemed to be chanting in a strange language. She ran away as fast as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. Every time she passed those woods after that, she remembered that terrifying moment.

In a small village, there was a well. It was said that a witch had been thrown into it long ago. One day, a group of children were playing near the well. One of the boys dropped his ball into it. He leaned over to look for it and saw a face looking back at him. It was a hideous face with sunken eyes and sharp teeth. The boy screamed and ran away. His friends thought he was just joking at first, but then they heard a strange noise coming from the well. They all ran back to the village, and from that day on, no one went near the well again.

There was an abandoned asylum that had a reputation for being extremely haunted. A journalist named Jack decided to do a story on it. He entered the asylum with his camera. The moment he stepped in, he smelled a strange odor, a mix of decay and something more sinister. The hallways were lined with old patient rooms. As he walked, he heard whispers that seemed to be coming from the walls. In one of the rooms, he saw a figure lying on the bed. When he got closer, he realized it was just a pile of old rags. But then, the rags started to move and form a shape. Jack quickly backed away. He heard a loud bang from behind him. Turning around, he saw a door slamming shut. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He then heard footsteps approaching. Jack ran down the hall, trying every door he could find. But all the doors were locked. He was trapped in the asylum with whatever was chasing him.

Once upon a time, in an old, dilapidated house at the end of a long, dark lane, there lived a little girl all alone. Every night, she would hear strange scratching noises on her window. One night, she couldn't bear it anymore and peeked out. There was a shadowy figure with long, bony fingers. She screamed but no one heard. The next day, she disappeared without a trace.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Timmy. He lived in an old, creaky house at the edge of the woods. One night, he heard strange scratching noises coming from under his bed. He peeked down but saw only darkness. As he lay back, he felt a cold hand touch his ankle. Timmy screamed and ran to his parents' room, but when they went back to his room, there was nothing there.