One: The old house was empty for years. I walked in, and a cold hand grabbed my ankle. Two: I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I got there, the crying stopped, and a shadow whispered 'leave'.
The old house at the end of the lane was empty for years. One night, I heard a child crying from it. When I looked inside, a pale face stared back at me from the darkness.
The clock stopped at midnight. Then, I saw a face in the mirror that wasn't mine. I couldn't look away as it started to smile a sinister smile. It felt like it was reaching out from the mirror, its long fingers stretching towards me. I tried to run, but my feet were glued to the floor. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it would disappear when I opened them again. But when I finally gathered the courage to peek, it was still there, closer than before.