I can tell you a horror story. Here's a short one:

It was a dark and stormy night, and Sally was home alone. She was curled up on the couch, reading a book and listening to the rain tapping against the window. As she read, she heard strange noises coming from upstairs.

At first, Sally tried to ignore the sounds, but they grew louder and more persistent. She got up from the couch and cautiously made her way up the stairs, heart pounding in her chest.

As she reached the top of the stairs, the noises suddenly stopped. Sally looked around, but everything seemed to be normal. She shrugged it off and turned to go back downstairs when she heard a voice whisper in her ear.

"Hello, Sally," the voice said.

Sally froze in fear, her heart racing. She turned around slowly and saw a dark figure standing in front of her. It had glowing eyes and long, sharp claws.

Sally tried to scream, but the figure grabbed her and dragged her down the hallway. She fought and struggled, but it was no use. The figure was too strong.

Just when Sally thought it was all over, she woke up in her bed, safe and sound. It was all just a nightmare. Or was it?

As Sally looked around her room, she saw a shadowy figure lurking in the corner. She tried to scream, but the sound was caught in her throat. The figure crept closer and closer, its glowing eyes fixed on her.

Sally tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. The figure reached out with its long claws, and just as it was about to grab her, Sally woke up again, this time for real.

But every time Sally tried to go back to sleep, she would see the shadowy figure in her dreams. She couldn't escape the terror, and she never knew if it was just a nightmare or something more.