The old house was empty, but every night I heard footsteps and the creaking of a rocking chair.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 15th floor.
I woke up to a cold hand on my face. It wasn't mine.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a figure at the foot of my bed. It just stared.
I opened the basement door. A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed my ankle.
I woke up to a hand on my face, but I live alone.
I woke up to find a handprint on the window, but I live on the 13th floor.
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 in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. It just stood there, staring.