The word 'forgotten' was written on an old tombstone in a desolate cemetery. As I read it, it sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if the word itself held the essence of all those who had been forgotten by time. It began to seep into my thoughts, making me fear that one day I too would be just like those long - lost souls, only remembered by that one haunting word.
Once upon a time, there was a word 'lonely'. It seemed to grow in the dark corners of a man's mind. Every time he thought of it, it became a living entity. It whispered to him at night, making him feel more and more isolated from the world. Eventually, the power of this single word drove him to the brink of madness.
One night, I was alone in my old, creaky house. I heard a strange scratching at the window. When I peeked out, there was a pale face with hollow eyes staring back. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. But then I saw a shadow seeping in from under the door. It slowly took the form of a hand, reaching for me. I screamed but no one could hear me. As it grabbed my ankle, I woke up. It was all a nightmare, or so I thought. But then I saw the scratches on my ankle.
Once upon a midnight dreary, I was alone in an old, creaking house. The wind howled outside like a banshee. I heard strange noises coming from the attic. With a trembling hand, I held my flashlight and climbed the rickety stairs. As I reached the attic, a cold gust blew out my light. In the pitch black, I felt a presence. Then, a pair of glowing eyes emerged. I tried to run, but something grabbed my ankle. I screamed, but no one could hear me. I was trapped in this nightmare, at the mercy of the unknown horror that lurked in the attic.
I woke in the dark. A cold hand touched my face. I saw a shadow. Then, silence. I never saw the morning again.
Once upon a time, in a small, desolate town, there was an old, abandoned mansion. It stood at the end of a long, overgrown road. One night, a young traveler, named Jack, seeking shelter from a fierce storm, decided to enter the mansion. As he pushed open the creaking door, a cold draft swept through him. The inside was filled with cobwebs and the smell of decay. He walked through the dark hallways, his footsteps echoing ominously. Suddenly, he heard a faint whispering. He followed the sound to a locked room. Against his better judgment, he broke the lock. Inside, he saw a figure in the corner. As he approached, the figure turned, revealing a ghastly face with hollow eyes and a gaping mouth. Jack tried to run, but the door slammed shut behind him, trapping him with the horror forever.
'Eyes in the mirror.' This is really creepy. When you think about seeing eyes in a mirror where there should be only your reflection, it's a very disturbing thought. It gives the feeling that something is watching you from the other side of the mirror, or maybe even inside the mirror itself.