It’s that time of year again. Ghosts, ghouls, phantoms and wraiths run rampant across the countryside, sending shivers down the spines of mere mortals.
I scoured the internet and unearthed some more of my favorite fiction: the two-sentence horror story. Enjoy and be sure to read them with the lights on!
I decided to kill a few characters in the book I’m writing. It would certainly spice up my autobiography a bit.
I told her there were no monsters in her closet when I picked her up and told her she could sleep with us tonight. I thought that was the safest way to get her out of the house without him realizing I saw him.
I was finishing a horror story, so I wrote “The End”. Then my keyboard typed “arrive” completely on its own.
The door to my closet creaked open, startling me. I pretended his distraction worked and that I didn’t see him crouching in the corner of my room.
I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I had known it would be so lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
When I smiled, she didn’t smile back. Something is wrong with this mirror.
Did you know that there is no such thing as a “left-hander”? There are yours, and then there are those of us who escaped to the other side of your looking glass.
The driver wasn’t very talkative, so I checked my phone. “Hey it’s your Uber, I’m outside.”
I woke up to hear knocking on the glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it coming from the mirror again.
I just saw my reflection blink.
Funerals never came out of the catacombs. Something locked the crypt door from the inside.
They say that a shiver down your spine means someone is stepping on your future burial place. As my husband wanders outside gardening, the chills don’t stop.
While tidying up my lab, I came across an unfamiliar notebook and opened the first page. “WARNING: Subject still thinks he is the scientist.”
“I’ve always wondered, what’s the use of the scythe anyway?” I asked, as Death escorted me to hell. “Protection,” he replied nervously.
Don’t panic, it’s your child, I don’t have much, it can’t decipher the scrambled words, ask for help, it’s already inside you. Whatever, you’re fine.
The pizza delivery boy delivered my pizza and said, “Enjoy it you two”. I was just glad I wasn’t the only one who saw it.
John was relieved when the shadow in the graveyard turned out to be an old caretaker chipping away at a grave. Until the man turns around and says, “They misspelled my name.”
I sleep next to the love of my life every night. She just doesn’t know.
Brrrr! These concise creep shows were enough to turn my hair white. Alright, whiter, but you know what I mean. Until next time, check under your bed before you go to bed. You never know what or who you might find!