Tell me a 50 word short horror story.

One night, I was alone in my old, creaky house. I heard a strange scratching at the window. When I peeked out, there was a pale face with hollow eyes staring back. I ran to my bedroom and locked the door. But then I saw a shadow seeping in from under the door. It slowly took the form of a hand, reaching for me. I screamed but no one could hear me. As it grabbed my ankle, I woke up. It was all a nightmare, or so I thought. But then I saw the scratches on my ankle.

Once upon a midnight dreary, I was alone in an old, creaking house. The wind howled outside like a banshee. I heard strange noises coming from the attic. With a trembling hand, I held my flashlight and climbed the rickety stairs. As I reached the attic, a cold gust blew out my light. In the pitch black, I felt a presence. Then, a pair of glowing eyes emerged. I tried to run, but something grabbed my ankle. I screamed, but no one could hear me. I was trapped in this nightmare, at the mercy of the unknown horror that lurked in the attic.

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.

Once upon a time, a little girl found a lost puppy. She took it home. Her parents didn't want a pet at first. But the puppy was so cute and friendly. It made them laugh. In the end, they decided to keep the puppy. And they all lived happily ever after.

I'm alone. It's not me.

There was a man in a small town. He loved painting. One day, he found a beautiful view by the river. He painted it. People in the town saw the painting and were amazed. His art started to gain recognition in the town.

Alone. Dark. Footsteps. Heart stops.