Sure. I woke up in a dark room. There was a figure standing over my bed with a knife.
Of course. I walked down the empty hallway. At the end, a pale face with no eyes emerged from the shadows.
Sure. The doorbell rang at midnight. When I opened the door, there was no one there but a cold wind blew through me.
Well, you need to think of something unexpected. Such as 'I looked at my reflection in the mirror. But it wasn't me staring back.' It's about catching the reader off - guard.
The mirror showed my reflection, but when I blinked, it was someone else's face looking back at me.
The power went out while I was home alone. As I lit a candle, a face appeared in the window, its eyes glowing red.
Walking down the deserted alley, he felt a presence behind him and heard the slow, deliberate steps getting closer. It was a faceless figure in a tattered cloak. The figure seemed to glide rather than walk, and as it got closer, an icy chill filled the air. He tried to run, but his feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand. All he could do was watch as the figure reached out its long, bony fingers towards him.
A lonely lighthouse stood on the cliff. A keeper heard knocking on the door in a storm. When he opened it, a faceless figure was there.
I sat in the dark room. Then, a shadow started to grow larger and larger until it engulfed me. The air grew colder and I could feel a presence, but I couldn't see anything. It was as if death itself was in the room with me, waiting for the right moment to strike. I tried to move but my body was frozen in fear.
At the bottom of the well - known haunted lake, there was a dark presence. I saw it rise from the water. My heart stopped as it reached for me.
The mirror showed a figure behind me, but when I spun around, nothing was there.
I was alone in the attic. Then I felt someone whisper my name in a voice I didn't recognize.