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Hey Pandas, What Is One Of Your Favorite Short Horror Stories? (Closed)
I am in love with all things horror all year round. But those super long horrors bore me! Feel free to post any of your favorite short (about 2 sentences) horror stories.
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I can't move, breathe, speak or hear & it's dark all the time.
If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
He is dead in a grave and cremated means burned and turned into ashes
He awoke to the huge, insect like creatures looming over his bed and screamed his lungs out. They hastily left the room and he stayed up all night, shaking and wondering if it had been a dream.The next morning, there was a tap on the door. Gathering his courage, he opened it to see one of them gently place a plate filled with fried breakfast on the floor, then retreat to a safe distance. Bewildered, he accepted the gift. The creatures chittered excitedly.This happened every day for weeks. At first he was worried they were fattening him up, but after a particularly greasy breakfast left him clutching his chest from heartburn, they were replaced with fresh fruit. As well as cooking, they poured hot steamy baths for him and even tucked him in when he went to bed. It was bizarre.One night, he awoke to gunshots and screaming. He raced downstairs to find a decapitated burglar being devoured by the insects. He was sickened, but disposed of the remains as best he could. He knew they had just been protecting him.One morning the creatures wouldn't let him leave his room. He lay down, confused but trusting as they ushered him back into bed. Whatever their motives, they weren't going to hurt him.Hours later a burning pain spread throughout his body. It felt like his stomach was filled with razor wire. The insects chittered as he spasmed and moaned. It was only when he felt a terrible squirming feeling beneath his skin that he realised the insects hadn't been protecting him. They had been protecting their young.
It was one a.m. and Guy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn't moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right, and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home.Why did you run, you idiot? He'd never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone.Why not just go to the police right now? You can afford a lawyer.Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. His body trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light."Mr. Halverson?" asked the grim officer.He let out a defeated sigh. "Yes. Let me —"I am terribly sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your son's bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I'm very sorry for your loss."
I really want to say karma, but like, he seems like a good person who was going to confess.
I pointed the gun at the sick bastard who killed my wife. He sobbed as he feared for what was to come. I pulled the trigger.If only he spoke and tried to reason with me then maybe he could've lived. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was born just a few minutes ago.
She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single light bulb.
Even though I live alone, I swear I've closed more doors than I've opened...
I keep finding pictures of myself sleeping. I live alone.
this is a horrer story for 2020 lol
took a big poop, look over, there is no tolit paper!
lol here is a real one that i like
this is longer then it should be tho so sorry
laying in bed in a room as dark as it can get. i feel my dog licking my hand. i then hear a noise from the closet , and go to see what it is. i open the closet door and see my dog, hung from a rope, dead.i then see the note.it read: people can lick to...
We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He's in charge of the "new" construction – converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I'm on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you're peeling from a sunburn. I don't know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team. I overhead one tech say "yup, it's human." Human? What's human? "Ma'am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn't wallpaper you were removing."
Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It's a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can...sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people "before their time" as they say.The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I'll see someone who's basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get murdered or kill themselves. It's such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates' fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.
"If God exists, why is there so much evil in the world?" It's a common question, but it is misplaced.All things must have balance. Light and dark. Good and evil. Sound and silence. Without one, the other cannot exist."So if that's true, then God does NOTHING to fight evil?" That might be your follow up question.Of course he fights evil. Relentlessly. I am Dartalian, one of His most Holy and Righteous angels.I roam the Earth, disposing of evil wherever I find it. I kill the monsters you don't ever want to know about. I crush them completely so you can sleep at night. You humans have no idea how many of you live because of the work I do."But what about Stalin? Hitler? Ted Bundy? Jack the Ripper?"Well, those are the minor ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I destroy are ....too horrible and vile to survive.What's funny, is while I would wager you never have heard the name Dartalian in any relegious texts, I bet you have heard of me.Americans, for example, have their own name for me.Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
stopped at a stand to where they were selling clothes real cheap bought a few walked and turned the corner and saw them taking clothes off corpses there faces grinning wildy
Whatever happened to punctuation? Was it slaughtered in some dark cellar by a psychopath?
I found a half eaten donut in the kitchen one day. I live in the middle of nowhere and don't eat junk food.
What stupid moron leaves a donut laying around, I’m eating it.
As he reached his arm around the little girl, he whispered "it's okay, he won't hurt you anymore". Just then, her father opened the door.
My boyfriend asked me why I was breathing on his neck but I was faced the other way.
That was my first one here is my second.
I hate the zombies so I will hide in the closet I was with my new born he was crying so I covered his mouth I did not know I covered his nose.
Sorry if this is dark! It is just something I thought of
“I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...
In the 1900's a teenager was late for curfew and so he decided to take a shortcut, In the distance he saw a figure in the middle of the road, he thought the man was going to move but his wallet fell on the gas pedal and it made the car speed up and hit the man. He put the man in his car and drove to the nearest hospital, But during the drive he saw a shadow with a knife and when he looked back the man was still in the back of his car. When he got there, the doctors told him he was fine but they were glad you hit him " Why" he asked the doctors told him " this man was known for standing in the middle of the streets, pretending to be hit, murdering people and robbing them, he just got out of prison" And that's why you don't open your doors to any one
Here's mine: Monday tuesday wednesday thursday, monday tuesday wednesday thursday, monday tuesday wednesday thursday, monday tuesday wednesday thursday,
I came here too late but this is my favorite horror story. If you are young don't read.. MONDAY! the end.
took me a min to see what happened that day, tell me if im wrong, the capitel was stormed, right?
Load More Replies... In the 1900's a teenager was late for curfew and so he decided to take a shortcut, In the distance he saw a figure in the middle of the road, he thought the man was going to move but his wallet fell on the gas pedal and it made the car speed up and hit the man. He put the man in his car and drove to the nearest hospital, But during the drive he saw a shadow with a knife and when he looked back the man was still in the back of his car. When he got there, the doctors told him he was fine but they were glad you hit him " Why" he asked the doctors told him " this man was known for standing in the middle of the streets, pretending to be hit, murdering people and robbing them, he just got out of prison" And that's why you don't open your doors to any one
Here's mine: Monday tuesday wednesday thursday, monday tuesday wednesday thursday, monday tuesday wednesday thursday, monday tuesday wednesday thursday,
I came here too late but this is my favorite horror story. If you are young don't read.. MONDAY! the end.
took me a min to see what happened that day, tell me if im wrong, the capitel was stormed, right?
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