My reflection in the window suddenly winked at me.
I woke up to find a message written in blood on my bedroom walls: “You’re next.”
As I lay in bed, I realized that the shadows in my room were moving on their own.
My dreams have been getting more and more vivid and realistic, and I’m starting to suspect that they’re not just dreams.
Every night, I hear the same scratching sound coming from inside the walls.
I turned off the lights and crawled into bed, but as I closed my eyes, I felt something cold and wet brush against my face.
The clown doll sitting on my shelf suddenly turned its head and whispered my name.
I woke up to find a stranger standing at the foot of my bed, their face covered in blood.
The reflection in the window wasn’t my own, but a demonic creature with glowing red eyes.
I woke up to find a note on my pillow that read, “I’ve been watching you sleep.”
My dreams have been invaded by a figure with no face, just a pair of glowing eyes.
The more I tried to run, the closer the footsteps behind me seemed to get.
Every night, I heard the sound of a baby crying, but when I followed the noise, it always stopped suddenly.
As I lay in bed, I felt something crawl into my ear and start burrowing deeper and deeper into my head.
The temperature dropped suddenly and I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck, even though I was alone in the room.
I opened my closet to hang up my coat, but instead of my clothes, I found a portal to a terrifying alternate dimension.
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a cold breath on my neck and a whisper in my ear saying “I’m coming for you.”
The walls of my bedroom started to bleed, and I could hear the screams of the previous occupants.
I was home alone, but I could feel someone, or something, watching me from the shadows.
I was scrolling through my phone when I saw a notification from a social media account that I had deleted years ago.
Every night, I hear the sound of someone whispering my name, but when I turn to see who it is, there’s no one there.
The more I stared at the picture on my phone, the more the face in it started to change.
I woke up to find my bedroom window open and a message written in the condensation on the glass: “I’m watching you.”
As I brushed my teeth, I noticed that the water in the sink was turning red.
The old clown painting in my son’s room has started to blink.
As I walked through the abandoned amusement park, I could feel something watching me from the shadows.
The mirror showed me my worst fear, and then it started to step out of the frame.
The call was coming from inside the house.
As I lay in bed, I felt something crawl into my blankets and nestle against me.
I woke up to find that my reflection was no longer human.
As I lay in bed, I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck and a voice whispered, “I’m under the bed.”
My dreams have been haunted by a shadowy figure that follows me no matter where I go.
The old house I just moved into has a room that no one has ever been able to enter, no matter how hard they try.
The face in the window wasn’t my own, but the face of a serial killer that had been dead for years.
