chillingtales

$U nder the ancient oak, the diary’s final page read: "He's behind you." I froze, breath catching. A twig snapped. His shadow merged with mine on the moonlit grass. Run? Too late. The cold touch came. #ChillingTales #MidnightThrillsb

$H eart pounding in the darkness, the floorboard you just stepped on creaked. But you live alone. From the closet behind you, a soft, answering shhh echoes. You’re not the only one holding your breath. #ChillingTales #ShortHorror