Can you share some stories from 'the haul two sentence horror stories'?

Story 1: I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, no one was there.

Here's another: 'The old doll in the attic blinked. I ran out and never went back.' This creates a sense of unease with the simple and unexpected actions. The blinking of the doll, which is an inanimate object, is very creepy.

One story could be: 'I woke up to a strange noise in the attic. When I went to check, a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me.'

One story could be: 'I woke up to find a handprint on my window. It was on the inside.'

Here's another. 'The old doll in the attic blinked. I ran out and never went back.' This is a simple yet chilling story. The idea of an inanimate object like a doll showing signs of life is very spooky. It plays on our fear of the unknown and the uncanny. Dolls are often associated with innocence, but when they start to do something abnormal, it becomes a source of horror.

A third one could be 'I heard scratching at my window. As I peeked through the curtain, I saw a shadow with no form.' The scratching sound is a classic horror element that immediately sets an ominous mood. The shadow with no form is mysterious and menacing, leaving the reader to wonder what kind of entity it could be.

They often play on common fears. Take 'I found a footprint in the dust. I live alone.' It uses the fear of the unexpected presence in a supposedly safe, solitary space. These stories don't waste time with long descriptions or build - ups. They just present a disturbing situation in two sentences, leaving the reader to fill in the blanks with their own imagination which can be far scarier than any detailed description.

One from the list could be 'I woke up to find a handprint on my window. I live on the 13th floor.' Another might be 'The old doll in the attic blinked. It was facing the wall before.'

One story could be 'I heard a scratching at my window. When I opened my eyes, a pale face stared back at me.'

Here are a couple. First, I heard a baby crying in the attic, but there's no baby in the house. Second, I saw my name carved on the old gravestone, and it wasn't there yesterday. In these stories from'squirm', the first one plays on the fear of the unknown in the attic and the second one on the unexpected and creepy discovery related to one's own name on a gravestone.