I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed. When I turned on the light, it was gone.
He was alone in the old house. A strange noise came from the attic. When he climbed up, a pair of glowing eyes stared at him.
She heard a scratching at the door. The dog refused to go near it. Then the scratching stopped, and something whispered her name.
The moon was full. I took a shortcut through the cemetery. Shadows started to move towards me.
The moon was full. A howl echoed through the forest. And then I saw the eyes in the dark.
A boy had a dream. In the dream, he could fly. When he woke up, he felt inspired.
She heard a knock on the door. No one was there when she opened it. But there were wet footprints leading inside.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed, but when I turned on the light, it disappeared. I lay back down, and then I felt a cold hand on my ankle.
One sentence horror story: I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a figure at the foot of my bed. When I turned on the light, it was still there. It was my own reflection, but I was still in bed.
I got lost in the forest. I saw a cabin in the distance. As I approached, a blood - curdling scream came from inside.
The power went out. I lit a candle and saw a face in the window. It was my own reflection, but I was standing across the room.