OK, one is in my journal entry. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/agatha_s/23922.html) And here's another one just for you. The end isn't scary, but the beginning is.
I was eight or nine years old. I woke up in the middle of the night and opened my eyes. I saw the silhouette of a head with long, messy hair bending over me. I closed my eyes, hoping it would go away. It didn't. When I opened my eyes again, it was still there. It was as if someone was crouching on the cupboard behind my bed, staring at me. I wasn't able to move. I just lied there, my heart beating strongly, until my eyes got adjusted to the light. Then I realised it was just a large, long-haired doll lying on the cupboard.
Is this cheating? That was one of the scariest moments of my life, although the mystery was solved.
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And here's another one just for you. The end isn't scary, but the beginning is.
I was eight or nine years old. I woke up in the middle of the night and opened my eyes.
I saw the silhouette of a head with long, messy hair bending over me. I closed my eyes, hoping it would go away.
It didn't. When I opened my eyes again, it was still there. It was as if someone was crouching on the cupboard behind my bed, staring at me. I wasn't able to move. I just lied there, my heart beating strongly, until my eyes got adjusted to the light.
Then I realised it was just a large, long-haired doll lying on the cupboard.
Is this cheating? That was one of the scariest moments of my life, although the mystery was solved.