Walking in the forest, I heard a whisper calling my name. No one was there.
I entered the empty attic. As I turned on the light, a doll's head rolled towards me. It hadn't been there before.
The elevator stopped between floors. The lights flickered and a face pressed against the glass outside.
Sure. Here is one: I woke up to a hand on my face. When I turned on the light, there was no one there.
The last person on earth sat alone in a room. Then there was a knock at the door.
In the old cemetery, a voice said, 'Leave now.' But there was no one there. Just the ghosts.
There was a knock on the door. I opened it, but no one was there. Then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
Sure. There was a spooky old lighthouse on a desolate island. The keeper of the lighthouse was a lonely man. One day, he started to see a figure in white outside the window at night. It would stand there, motionless, staring at him. He thought he was just seeing things due to lack of sleep at first. But as days passed, the figure got closer and closer. One night, when he went outside to check, he heard a loud wailing sound. He ran back into the lighthouse, but the door slammed shut on its own, trapping him inside with the terrifying figure.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
Sure. 'I started with a simple idea, worked hard every day, and now I own a successful business.'
Sure. Here's one: I used to be a baker, but I couldn't make enough dough.
The mirror showed my reflection smiling, while I was crying.
There was a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, a cold wind blew and a voice said, 'Let me in.' I knew it was a ghost. This story gives me chills every time I think about it. It makes you wonder what would have happened if I had let the 'thing' in. And it plays on the fear of the unknown, the idea that there could be something lurking outside, waiting for an invitation to cross the threshold into our safe space. It's simple yet very effective in creating a sense of horror.