The old house creaked all night. In the morning, I found my name scratched on the wall.
I woke up to a cold hand on my shoulder. When I turned, no one was there.
I heard footsteps behind me. I ran, but they kept getting closer without a body in sight.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure standing at the foot of my bed.
She heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, no one was there but she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
She opened the old wardrobe. A pair of eyes stared back at her from the darkness.
I woke up to a cold hand on my shoulder. When I turned, there was no one there.
I woke up to find a handprint on my window. It was on the inside.
A third story could be: 'I took a photo of the cemetery. When I looked at it later, there was a figure standing behind me that I didn't see when I took the picture.' It gives a feeling of unease as it implies that there was some sort of ghostly or otherworldly figure present at the cemetery that the person was unaware of until they saw the photo.
I was walking alone at night. Then I saw my own shadow moving without me.
The first one: I woke up in the middle of the night to a noise downstairs. When I looked down from the top of the stairs, I saw my own face staring back at me. Another one: She heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, there was nothing but a cold handprint on the doorknob.
I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the end of my bed, just staring at me with empty eyes.
He was home alone. Suddenly, all the doors slammed shut and he heard whispering in his ear.