Tell me a six word horror story.

Footsteps. Alone. Dark hallway.

Footsteps. Darkness. No escape.

I opened the coffin. My face stared back.

Once upon a time, there was a word 'lonely'. It seemed to grow in the dark corners of a man's mind. Every time he thought of it, it became a living entity. It whispered to him at night, making him feel more and more isolated from the world. Eventually, the power of this single word drove him to the brink of madness.

I'm in the coffin.

The mirror showed no reflection.

Moonlit room. Strange shadow. Fear.

I woke in the dark. A cold hand touched my face. I saw a shadow. Then, silence. I never saw the morning again.

Met as kids, friends for life.

We met. We loved. We parted.