She walked into the old, abandoned house. The air was cold and stale. She heard a child's laughter. Then she saw a shadowy figure on the stairs.
I heard a scratching at my window. I peeked through the curtain. A pale hand reached for my face.
I entered the forest alone. The trees loomed ominously. I heard whispers all around. Then a hand grabbed my ankle from the bushes.
She entered the old house. Every step on the creaking floorboards echoed. The portraits on the wall seemed to follow her with their eyes. A cold hand touched her shoulder. She turned around but saw nothing.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a strange figure at the foot of my bed. It stared at me with empty eyes. Then it vanished into the darkness.
The phone rang in the middle of the night. It was a call from my own number.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed with no face.
The old house was silent. Then I heard a child's laugh from the attic where no one should be.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed with no face.