Walking through the abandoned house, I heard a child's laughter coming from an empty room. It was so unexpected and eerie. You know, in an abandoned place like that, you don't expect to hear any signs of life, especially a child's laughter which is usually associated with joy but in this context, it was just pure horror. It made me wonder what kind of entity could be there, still lingering in that desolate place.
The mirror showed a figure behind me, but when I spun around, nothing was there.
Here's one. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. When I blinked, it was gone but I could still feel its presence.
I opened the closet, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me from the darkness inside.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a shadowy figure standing at the foot of my bed. It just stared at me with empty eyes.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, there was no one there.
He was alone in the old house. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck and a whisper that said 'leave'.
I found a diary in the attic. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight'. And then there were scratch marks on the page.
The old doll in the attic blinked its glass eyes as I passed by.
I woke up to find a strange handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
The last person on earth sat alone in a room. Then there was a knock at the door.
Sure. I woke up in a dark room. There was a figure standing over my bed with a knife.