Write the beginning of a scary story and let your readers decide what happens next.
The rain was coming down harder, the icy pellets stinging her bare arms. She stopped walking at the cross roads, her eyes darting to the sides, into the dense bushes along the road. She knew she wasn’t alone, she just didn’t know what else was out there, watching her. A loud crack of thunder sounded at the same time the lightning struck, illuminating the road ahead. Nothing but a long dark road, flanked my tall trees, bending almost double in the wind and rain. She started walking again, a little bit faster. The sharp staccato sound of nails on tar made her heart beat faster. She didn’t turn around, just started to run.