Tell a scary story in a sentence.

The power went out while I was home alone. As I lit a candle, a face appeared in the window, its eyes glowing red.

Walking down the deserted alley, he felt a presence behind him and heard the slow, deliberate steps getting closer. It was a faceless figure in a tattered cloak. The figure seemed to glide rather than walk, and as it got closer, an icy chill filled the air. He tried to run, but his feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand. All he could do was watch as the figure reached out its long, bony fingers towards him.

One classic sentence starter could be 'In the dead of night, a strange noise echoed through the empty house.' It immediately sets a spooky mood as the 'dead of night' implies a time when most people are asleep and vulnerable, and a strange noise in an empty house is often associated with something sinister.

In my attic, I found an old doll. Its eyes were black as coal. At night, I heard it moving. I turned on the light and saw it sitting on my bed, staring at me. I knew it was not a normal doll.

Once upon a time, in an old, abandoned house, there was a creaking noise at midnight. Every night, a cold wind blew through the broken windows. Shadows danced on the walls, as if they had a life of their own. There was a strange smell, like something long dead. A figure in white would sometimes appear in the hallway. Footsteps could be heard on the stairs, but no one was there. The doorknobs would turn by themselves. The mirrors showed distorted faces. The attic was filled with old dolls that seemed to watch. And then, a blood - curdling scream echoed through the house.

In the dark forest, there was a clearing where a debauched cult met under the full moon. Their wild eyes and crazed chants sent shivers down the spines of any who dared to get too close. The air was thick with an unholy energy, and the trees seemed to cower away from the site of their depravity.

I was alone in the old house. Strange noises came from the attic. When I looked up, a pair of red eyes stared back at me.

The old doll in the attic blinked its glass eyes as I passed by.

I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed, its eyes glowing red.

I was alone in the old house. Suddenly, a cold hand touched my shoulder.