Please share two '2 paragraph horror stories'.

A third one. I was staying in a motel room on a long road trip. The room was dimly lit. I noticed the wallpaper was peeling. As I lay in bed, I heard scratching on the wall. I thought it might be a mouse at first. But the scratches got louder and more violent. I got up to look, but there was nothing there. When I turned back, the bedcovers were all messed up as if someone had been sitting there, and a cold hand brushed against my ankle.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a scratching sound at my window. I peeked through the curtain and saw a pale face with hollow eyes staring back at me. It vanished when I blinked. I told myself it was just a dream, but the scratches on the window were real in the morning.

I'll share one. I woke up in the middle of the night to a strange scratching at my window. I slowly turned my head to look, but all I could see was my own pale reflection. Then, the scratching stopped. A cold hand touched my shoulder. I dared not turn around.

One long horror story could be about an old, abandoned asylum. A group of friends decided to explore it at night. As they entered, the air was thick with a musty smell. The hallways were dimly lit by the faint moonlight seeping through the broken windows. Strange noises echoed around them, like the moans of long - dead patients. One of the friends saw a shadowy figure in the distance that seemed to glide rather than walk. As they moved deeper into the asylum, they found a room full of old, rusted medical equipment. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them, and they heard scratching on the other side. Panic set in as they tried to find a way out, but every corridor seemed to lead them further into the nightmarish place.

She was alone in the old house. The floorboards creaked as she walked. Suddenly, she heard a faint whisper coming from the attic. Against her better judgment, she climbed the rickety stairs. In the attic, there was an old doll sitting in a corner. As she stared at it, the doll's eyes seemed to follow her. Then she heard the whisper again, this time it said her name. She ran out of the attic, but the door slammed shut behind her and she was trapped with that terrifying doll.

One story could be: I woke up in the middle of the night to a scratching sound at my window. I peeked through the curtain and saw a pale face with hollow eyes staring back at me. It vanished when I blinked, but then I heard my bedroom door creak open. I was too frozen with fear to move as I felt a cold presence approaching my bed.

Story 1: I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, no one was there.

One night, I woke up to a strange scratching at my window. I peeked through the curtain and saw a pair of glowing eyes. My heart raced as I quickly turned on the light, but when the light filled the room, the scratching stopped. I was too scared to look again and lay in bed, trembling until morning.

Another short story. Paragraph 1: There was a young boy called Tom. He found an old, dusty key in his attic. He had no idea what it could open. He decided to search around the house. Paragraph 2: After hours of looking, he found a small wooden box in the cellar. The key fit perfectly. Inside was a letter from his great - grandfather, telling a story of his adventures. Tom was thrilled and felt a special connection to his family's past.

In a far - away land, there was a magical tree. This tree was said to grant wishes. A brave knight named Arthur heard about this tree and decided to find it. After a long and arduous journey, he reached the tree. However, instead of making a wish for himself, he wished for peace in his land. The tree glowed brightly and spread a warm light across the land. From that day on, the land was filled with harmony, and Arthur was hailed as a hero for his selfless wish.