I woke up to find a cold hand on my shoulder, but I live alone. Every night since then, I feel that same touch. It seems like something is lurking in the darkness of my room, just waiting for the right moment to fully reveal itself. I'm constantly on edge, jumping at every little noise, fearing that it might be the thing that touched me getting closer.
The mirror showed my reflection smiling while I was crying.
I found a diary in the basement. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight' and the date was yesterday.
The power went out. I lit a candle and saw a face in the window. It was my own reflection, but I was standing across the room.
The old house on the hill was empty for years. One night, a light flickered in the attic, and a shadowy figure peered out the window.
The old doll in the attic blinked. Now it sits on my bed.
One horror creepy story is about a haunted house. There was an old, dilapidated mansion on the outskirts of town. People said that at midnight, you could see a shadowy figure in the attic window. A group of teenagers once dared to enter. As they walked through the creaking hallways, they heard strange whispers. Suddenly, one of them felt a cold hand on their shoulder, but when they turned around, there was nothing there. They ran out in terror and never went back.
The old doll in the corner moved. Its eyes followed me as I walked across the room.
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.
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.
There was a story of a cursed doll. It was found in an old attic. Whoever owned it would start having nightmares. People reported seeing the doll move when no one was around. Its eyes seemed to follow them. Eventually, the doll disappeared mysteriously, leaving only fear behind.