Walking alone in the forest, I heard a voice whisper my name from the trees.
As I entered the old house, the door slammed shut behind me and I was in complete darkness.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the window beside my bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed.
I woke up to find a handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 13th floor.
He saw her across the room and in that instant, love struck.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. It just stood there, staring.
A magician was walking down the street and turned into a grocery store.
I woke up to a cold hand on my face. It wasn't mine.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 15th floor.
On just one day, I visited an old bookstore in the town. I love books and exploring new places to find hidden gems. As I entered, the smell of old books filled my nostrils. I spent hours there, looking through the shelves. I found an old classic that I had been wanting to read for a long time. I sat in a corner of the store and started reading. That one day was filled with the joy of discovery and the pleasure of getting lost in a good book.