Midnight knock, no one there.
Footsteps followed me home. Alone.
In a small town, there was an abandoned asylum. A group of teens decided to explore it. As they walked through the dim corridors, they heard whispers. One of them saw a figure in a white gown. They all froze. The figure started moving towards them. Panicking, they ran in different directions. Later, they found out that many people had died in that asylum under mysterious circumstances.
I woke up. Everyone had no faces. Scary.
Dark Room. Just two words but it can be really scary. Imagine being in a pitch - black room, not knowing what lurks in the darkness.
The door creaked open. Darkness seeped in.
Walking alone at night, a cold hand grabbed my arm. It was terrifying as I couldn't see who it was, and the grip was so tight that I couldn't break free immediately. All I could think about was getting away from whatever it was in the pitch - black darkness.
Footsteps, no one. This simple three - word story creates a spooky atmosphere. You hear the sound of footsteps, but when you look around, there's nobody there. It makes you wonder what could be making those noises in the empty space.
Footsteps in the attic. Alone in the house, hearing those footsteps in the attic is really terrifying. You don't know what's up there, and every step seems to be getting closer, sending shivers down your spine.
Footsteps followed, but no one there. I was all alone in the old, creaky house and every time I stopped, those footsteps would also halt. It was as if something was stalking me, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The silence between each step was deafening and filled me with dread.