Tell a scary 100 - word story.

Dark. Alone. Haunted.

I woke. In the mirror, a face not mine.

There was a dark forest near my town. I ventured in one day. The trees were so thick that the sunlight could barely penetrate. I heard strange noises, like something was dragging itself through the underbrush. Then, I saw a pair of yellow eyes in the bushes. A huge, wolf - like creature leaped out. I climbed a tree just in time. It circled the tree, growling, for what seemed like hours. Finally, it disappeared into the shadows, leaving me trembling in the tree until dawn.

Empty room, cold wind. An empty room gives a sense of desolation. When a cold wind blows through it, it adds an eerie feeling. It's as if there's some unseen force bringing the cold, or perhaps a ghostly presence passing by, making the room seem even more lifeless and spooky.

Once upon a time, in an old, abandoned house, a girl heard strange noises at night. She saw a shadow moving. As she hid under the bed, cold fingers touched her ankle. It was a ghost of a former resident, angry at her intrusion. She ran out, never to return to that haunted place again.

There was a forest known for its eerie silence. A hiker named Tom decided to explore it. As he walked deeper, the trees seemed to close in on him. He noticed a small, dilapidated cabin. Curiosity got the better of him and he entered. Inside, there were strange symbols drawn on the walls. All of a sudden, the candles in the cabin lit up by themselves. A dark shadow emerged from the corner. Tom could feel a malevolent presence. He tried to run, but his legs felt like lead. The shadow slowly approached him, whispering things he couldn't understand. Tom's heart pounded as he realized he might not make it out alive.

There was an old, abandoned house on the outskirts of town. People said it was haunted. One night, a curious young girl named Lily decided to explore it. As she entered, the door creaked shut behind her. The air was cold and stale. She walked through the dusty hallways, her footsteps echoing ominously. In one of the rooms, she saw a rocking chair moving by itself. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her shoulder. She screamed but no one could hear her. Then she saw a figure in the corner, its eyes glowing red. She ran as fast as she could, but the house seemed to have no end. Every turn led her to more terrifying sights. Just when she thought she was going to die, she found a small window and managed to squeeze through it. Since then, she never dared to go near that place again.

Dark, silent, death.

In a small, quiet village, there was an old well. Legend had it that a witch had been thrown into it centuries ago. One day, a curious child, Lily, peered into the well. She saw a face looking back at her, a face with hollow eyes and a menacing grin. That night, she heard scratching at her window. When she looked out, she saw a figure in a tattered black cloak, standing by the well. Lily tried to tell her parents, but they thought it was just a nightmare. The next day, she found strange marks on her body, like fingerprints but cold as ice. The figure started to appear more often, getting closer to her each time. She knew she was in danger from the vengeful spirit of the witch that still haunted the well.

Once upon a time, in a small, desolate town, there was an old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts. People said it was haunted. One night, a young girl named Lily, driven by curiosity, decided to explore it. As she entered the creaky front door, a cold wind blew through the halls. The rooms were filled with dusty furniture and cobwebs. Suddenly, she heard a faint whisper, 'Leave...' But she ignored it. She climbed the rickety stairs. In one of the rooms upstairs, she saw a figure in the mirror, but when she turned around, there was nothing. As she continued to explore, the doors started to slam shut on their own. She ran towards the exit, but the way was blocked by an invisible force. Now, trapped in the haunted mansion, she could only wait in terror for whatever was to come.