When the lights go out and all is quiet, there’s a terrifying chance that the shadows may not be all that they seem.
As I walked through the abandoned house, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching me.
The sound of footsteps behind me grew louder and louder, but when I turned around, there was nothing there.
The reflection in the mirror was not my own.
The handprints on the window slowly began to move, as if something was trying to crawl through from the other side.
I felt something brush past me in the dark, but when I turned on the lights, I was alone.
The face in the painting came to life and whispered my name.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw a figure standing in the corner of the room.
I opened my eyes to find that I had been buried alive.
The doctors told me that the operation was a success, but when I looked in the mirror, I saw someone else’s face.
The more I stare at the painting hanging in my living room, the more the figures in it seem to move.
I found a note in my pocket that I don’t remember writing, and it said “I’m watching you.”
The TV turned on by itself, and a voice whispered my name.
The thing in the closet started scratching at the door as I tried to fall asleep.
The more I tried to wake up, the more I realized I was already awake.
When I turned around, no one was there, but I could still feel someone’s breath on the back of my neck.
The dolls’ eyes followed me as I walked by the toy room.
The footsteps behind me continued even when I stopped walking.
I felt something brush against my leg in the pool, but when I looked down, there was nothing there.
I was home alone, and I heard footsteps on the stairs, but when I went to investigate, there was no one there.
I saw a hand reach out from under my bed, but when I looked closer, it was my own.
“I woke up in a cold sweat to find a figure standing at the foot of my bed, holding a knife.”
“I was alone in the elevator when the lights suddenly went out and it started moving on its own.”
“The phone rang at 3 am, but when I answered, there was only silence on the other end.”
“As I walked through the abandoned house, I heard the floorboards creak behind me.”
I found a note on my pillow that wasn’t there when I went to bed, and it said “I’m watching you.”
I felt something cold and wet touch my hand, but when I looked down, there was nothing there.
When I turned around, the figure standing behind me was not human.
The screams echoing through the halls sounded disturbingly familiar.
The darkness seemed to have a life of its own.
The shadows on the wall seemed to move on their own.
I woke up to find that my reflection was missing.
The door to my bedroom creaked open, but no one was there.
I heard a voice whisper in my ear, but when I turned around, no one was there.
The phone rang, but when I answered, there was no one there.
I heard a knock at the door, but when I opened it, no one was there.
I woke up to find that my bed was empty.
I heard a voice calling my name from the darkness.
The feeling of being watched never left me.