She heard a strange noise in the attic. When she went up to check, a cold hand grabbed her ankle.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the end of my bed, just staring at me with empty eyes.
She walked into the old, abandoned house. The door slammed shut behind her and she heard a child's laughter.
The old doll in the attic blinked. Now it sits on my bed.
The old doll in the attic blinked as I walked past. It was the first time I noticed it had eyes.
She heard a scratching at the door. The dog refused to go near it. Then the scratching stopped, and something whispered her name.
I opened the old diary. The last entry was written in my own handwriting.
She heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, no one was there but she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
She opened the old wardrobe. A pair of eyes stared back at her from the darkness.
I woke up to a cold hand on my shoulder. When I turned, there was no one there.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window. It was on the inside.
My shadow had a life of its own today.