Can you share a horror dream short story?

Once I dreamed I was in an old, abandoned house. The walls were covered in peeling wallpaper and there was a strange, cold draft. As I walked through the hall, I heard a low moan coming from the attic. I slowly climbed the creaky stairs, my heart pounding. When I opened the attic door, a pale figure with long black hair rushed towards me. I woke up sweating.

Once, I dreamed I was in a beautiful garden. A gentle figure appeared. It was a person I had a crush on. We walked hand in hand among the blooming flowers, saying sweet nothings. There was a warm breeze, and the sun was just right. But then, I woke up, and the dream vanished, leaving only a bittersweet feeling.

There was a man who liked to take walks in the forest at night. One evening, he got lost. As he was trying to find his way, he heard a low growl. He saw a pair of red eyes in the bushes. A creature, half - man and half - beast, emerged and chased him. He ran for his life, not knowing if he would escape.

Once upon a time, I walked into an old, abandoned house. The moment I stepped in, the door slammed shut behind me. The air was thick and smelled of decay. I heard strange whispers and saw shadowy figures moving in the corners. I tried to find a way out, but every door I opened led to a darker, more terrifying room. It was like being trapped in a never - ending nightmare.

Once, in a small Tagalog village, there was an old, abandoned house. A young girl named Maria was dared by her friends to enter it at night. As she stepped inside, she heard a strange whispering. The air grew cold, and she saw a shadowy figure in the corner. She ran out, screaming, and never went near that house again.

A couple decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery. They were laughing at first, but then they saw a tombstone with their names on it. As they stared in shock, the ground beneath them began to shake. They heard a deep voice saying 'You are not welcome here' and they fled in terror.

There was a girl who found a really old mirror at a thrift store. When she brought it home and looked into it, she saw a face that wasn't hers for a split second. But then it disappeared. Later she learned that the mirror was from a haunted house. It was a short moment of horror but also quite funny thinking about her overreaction at first.

Sure. There was a girl who moved into an old house. Every night, she heard strange scratching noises from the attic. One night, she couldn't bear it anymore and went up there with a flashlight. In the dim light, she saw a figure with long claws. She screamed and ran, but the figure chased her down the stairs. She managed to escape the house, but she could still hear the scratching on the door as she ran down the street.

In the old, creaking house, a girl heard whispers at night. She followed the sound to the attic. As she opened the dusty box, a cold hand grabbed her wrist. She screamed but no one heard. The hand pulled her into the box, and the lid slammed shut. She was never seen again, only her faint screams could be heard on windy nights.

My neighbor told me this. She bought an antique mirror. One night, she saw a figure in the mirror that wasn't her reflection. It seemed to be reaching out. She got rid of the mirror, but for days she could still feel cold hands on her shoulders when she was alone in the room.