Something is whispering the names of everyone I love from the dark hallway.

Something is whispering the names of everyone I love from the dark hallway.
The dripping water turned into a rushing torrent behind the drywall.
A wet handprint appeared on my bare leg while I was lying in bed.
I heard a light tapping on my door three times.
I found a doll's shoe on the kitchen table. I don't own dolls.
The kitchen feels freezing cold now that the sun has set.
Something is scratching the inside of the fuse box.
Something is standing right behind the curtains.
The temperature dropped so fast the glass display case cracked.
The streetlights turned on, but one is blinking in a heartbeat rhythm.
Something small just scurried behind the refrigerator.
A bird flew into the glass in broad daylight. It didn't leave a body.
I found a rusty key hidden inside my shoe.
I saw a long hand disappear behind the heavy wardrobe.
The house feels cold, even though the thermostat says 80 degrees.
I saw a dark shape melt into the shadow of the curtain.
A soft rustling sound from the corner of the dining room.
The sun is high, so why is the living room freezing cold?