The shadowy shape at the doorway to my room was blacker than the unlit darkness around us. I whimpered quietly and raised the covers over my head, not wanting to see it, but it made a shifting sound, and suddenly my covers were gone, and I could only stare at it.
Tag: two-sentence horror stories
Two-Sentence Horror Story #23
I’ve been able, through constant denial and rationalizations, to dismiss the quiet sounds and near whispers that come from under my bed at night as the result of an overactive imagination. But now, there’s a ‘thip! thip! thip! thip!’ of tiny footsteps accompanying them, and I can neither deny their existence nor bring myself to look underneath when the lights have gone out.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #22
“I’m sorry,” I heard the doctor say from over me, “we did everything we could.” I felt him slip the shroud over my face, and I wanted to move, to protest, to scream to my family that I was alive, but I was trapped in my own body, paralyzed with fear and desperation.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #21
I couldn’t see his face under the mask, but even with the sun overhead, his approach unnerved me here in the woods. I backed away from the old shack, trying to maintain both sight and distance without stumbling into a tree, but turned and broke into a run when I saw the gleam of his knife emerge from his hand.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #20
It was sunset in the cemetery, so I was already a little on edge when I saw him, waving to me from a distance among the gravestones. He held his dismembered head in the other arm, its teeth grit in a pained smile.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #19
I always hated it when the dogs would wake me up in the dead of morning, barking, pawing at the doors, and making all manner of god-awful noise. Now I just wish they were here to make them, as those noises continue to this day, even though I don’t keep any pets.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #18
My real face writhes beneath the makeup, where the grins are wider and the laughs are in endless supply. People seem to think my jokes are all about the punchline, but as I always say when the knives come out, the setup is just as big a killer.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #17
It chittered and squeaked at me, in a high-pitched voice that no child should have been able to make. I still couldn’t make out its facial features in the dark, but as it started to jerk and stalk towards me, I fumbled backwards, no longer wanting to know what it looked like.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #16
I used to love Chicago-style deep dish pizza. That all changed in an instant when I bit into this one slice, my teeth coming down on a part of a finger, complete with nails and bone.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #15
You try to escape, but the fear has overwhelmed you. Your poor brain, screaming at your body to act, to pull away, to run, to do anything, is helpless to defend you from your own fright.
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