There was a young girl who saved every penny for a concert ticket. When she finally had enough, the singer she adored passed away.
He left without a word. She was left with only memories.
I walked alone in the forest. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder from behind.
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.
She walked into the old, abandoned house. The door slammed shut behind her and she heard a child's laughter.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window. It was on the inside.
The old doll's eyes followed me. Then it whispered my name.
Another one is this. I walked into the old house. Every step I took, the floorboards seemed to whisper my name.
I woke up to a strange noise. When I opened my eyes, a shadowy figure was standing at the foot of my bed.