Late one night, Sarah was alone in her apartment when she heard a soft knock on the door. She peered through the peephole but saw nothing. Thinking it was her imagination, she returned to her book.
Minutes later, she heard it again, this time louder. She checked the peephole again, but still, no one was there. Uneasy, she decided to ignore it and went to bed, trying to shake off the fear.
As she lay in the dark, her phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number: "I'm inside your house."
Terrified, she looked around her room, but it was empty. Just as she was about to call the police, she felt a cold breath on her neck and heard a whisper, "You should have answered the door."
Jack loved exploring abandoned buildings, finding thrill in their eerie silence. One day, he discovered an old, decrepit mansion on the outskirts of town. Ignoring the "No Trespassing" signs, he ventured inside with his flashlight.
As he explored the dusty rooms, he stumbled upon a grand staircase leading to the basement. Drawn by curiosity, he descended, each step creaking under his weight. At the bottom, he found a long, narrow hallway lined with doors. Most were locked or led to empty rooms, but one at the end was slightly ajar.
Pushing it open, he entered a small room with a single chair facing the corner. On the chair sat a life-sized doll, its face eerily realistic, staring into the darkness. Shivers ran down Jack's spine, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the doll.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind him. Jack turned to see a shadowy figure blocking his escape. The figure whispered, "You've taken my place, now take my curse." The doll's head slowly turned to face Jack, its eyes locking onto his.
Years later, the mansion remains abandoned, but now, if you peer through the basement door, you'll find a lifelike statue of a young man sitting in the corner, forever staring into the darkness.
One late night, Mark was driving home on a deserted country road. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and the only light came from his headlights cutting through the darkness.
Suddenly, his car sputtered and died. Frustrated, he got out and popped the hood, fumbling with his flashlight. As he worked, he felt an eerie chill and the sensation of being watched.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing just beyond the edge of the light, barely visible. Startled, he shone the flashlight in its direction, but there was nothing there. Nervously, he returned to his car, deciding to wait until morning for help.
He locked the doors and tried to relax, but sleep eluded him. At 3:00 AM, he jolted awake to the sound of faint tapping on the window. Heart pounding, he looked out, but saw only darkness.
The tapping grew louder, more insistent. Summoning his courage, he rolled down the window slightly and called out, "Who's there?"
Silence.
Then, a whisper from the darkness: "Look in the back seat."
With trembling hands, Mark turned and shone his flashlight into the back seat. Reflected in the beam was a pair of cold, unblinking eyes staring back at him.
