Walking through the forest, I felt like I was being watched. I turned around and saw a pair of red eyes. Then I heard a growl that made my blood freeze.
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.
In the old house, the clock stopped ticking. I went to check on it. As I touched it, a cold hand grabbed my wrist from inside the clock.
I found a diary in the basement. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight' and the date was yesterday.
I woke up to find a cold hand on my shoulder, but I live alone. Every night since then, I feel that same touch. It seems like something is lurking in the darkness of my room, just waiting for the right moment to fully reveal itself. I'm constantly on edge, jumping at every little noise, fearing that it might be the thing that touched me getting closer.
She heard a scratching at the door. The dog refused to go near it. Then the scratching stopped, and something whispered her name.
The old doll in the corner moved. Its eyes followed me as I walked across the room.
The moon was full. A howl echoed through the forest. And then I saw the eyes in the dark.
The old house on the hill was empty for years. One night, a light flickered in the attic, and a shadowy figure peered out the window.
The first creepy true horror story is about a forest. Locals warned not to enter it at night. A group of hikers didn't listen. As they walked deeper, they heard rustling in the bushes. Then, they saw pairs of red eyes all around them. They quickly made their way out, feeling something was chasing them. The second story involves a hotel room. A traveler checked in and noticed a cold spot in the corner. At night, he felt someone tugging at his sheets. When he turned on the light, there was nothing, but the tugging continued throughout the night. The third story was on a ship. Sailors often heard a woman singing in the middle of the ocean. But when they looked around, there was no one. One sailor claimed to have seen a figure of a woman on the mast, and then the ship started having all kinds of mechanical problems.
I heard a baby crying in the basement. I live alone.
They explored the abandoned asylum. A sudden gust of wind blew out their candles. Whispers filled the dark hallways.
The girl was home alone. She heard a soft whisper in her ear, but no one was there. Suddenly, all the lights went out, and she could hear slow, heavy footsteps approaching.