Short horror stories

Not every horror hides in shadows. Sometimes it stares at you from a painting, waits in the corner of an empty room, or whispers in the silence between footsteps.
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‎These stories aren't about monsters with claws, but about the things you've already felt:
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‎That uneasy stare of old portraits in a museum.
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‎The sound of dripping when the pipes aren't leaking.
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‎The hallway that seems longer than it should be.
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‎The memory you're sure isn't yours.
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‎Each story is brief. But each one leaves something behind-an image, a sound, a detail you won't stop noticing when you close your eyes.
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‎Because the scariest things are not imagined.
‎They're observed.
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‎And once you've seen them, they don't go away.