I found a diary in the attic. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight'. And then there were scratch marks on the page.
I was home alone and heard the doorknob turn. I knew I had locked it, but it kept turning as if someone was trying to get in.
I saw my reflection in the mirror, but it had a different expression than me, a look of pure fear, and then it disappeared.
Another one: 'My sister texted me she was coming home early. When she arrived, she looked exactly as she did the day she died.' This one gives me chills every time. It could be related to some kind of supernatural experience or just a very strange coincidence that makes it seem so spooky.
I opened the closet, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me from the darkness inside.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, there was no one there.
He was alone in the old house. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck and a whisper that said 'leave'.
I woke up to a hand on my face, but I live alone.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
I felt a presence in the basement. As I descended the stairs, the door slammed shut behind me.
A man once recounted an anonymous horror story. He was driving on a lonely road at night. Suddenly, his car radio started to static and then he saw a figure in the middle of the road. He slammed on the brakes but when he looked again, the figure was gone. As he continued driving, the figure would keep reappearing in different parts of the road, always just for a split second. It was a terrifying drive home.
Walking through the cemetery at night, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, but no one was there when I turned. This made me realize that there might be something unseen and terrifying lurking in the dark among the tombstones. The idea that there could be a presence that can touch but not be seen is truly spine - chilling.
She always heard whispers in the attic. One day, she went up there and the whispers stopped forever.