I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed. It just stared.
The old doll's eyes seemed to follow me around the room. It gave me chills every time.
In the attic, I heard a whisper that said my name, but no one else was there. I still shudder thinking about it.
I was home alone. Heard a knock on the door. Opened it. Nobody was there.
I woke up to find a handprint on the mirror, but I live alone.
A girl heard a whisper in the attic. She went up. Silence.
The old house creaked. I turned around. A shadow with no face stared back.
A man woke up in a cold room. The door was locked. A handprint slowly appeared on the window.
Walking in the forest, I felt a cold breath on my neck. I turned around, but only saw the dark trees.
I woke up to a cold hand on my face. It wasn't mine.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 15th floor.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. It just stood there, staring.
Consider this one - line story: 'My phone rang at 3 am, and the caller ID was my dead mother.' It's scary because 3 am is often considered a 'witching hour' in many superstitions. And getting a call from a deceased loved one is a very unnerving concept. It makes you wonder if there is something beyond death trying to communicate, or if it's something more sinister.