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40 Short Spine-Chilling Stories For Those Who Like To Be Spooked, As Shared Online
InterviewAs you all know, horror can materialize in many forms during the course of one’s life. You might’ve encountered it as early as in the innocence of your childhood by breaking your favorite crayon - a ghastly thing, indeed. Later on, you might’ve had the staple nightmare thwarting your sleep where you seem to go to the classroom clad in your birthday suit. Still, a bit later, there’s the bills, the job hunt, and the bi-annual visit of your mother-in-law. See, there’s a pattern here - a good horror story is one that’s believable, relatable, and violent to its core. And while reading a story about student loans wouldn’t be so desperately entertaining as reading a paranormal ghost story, you can always imagine the loan as the spooky poltergeist that’s troubling the heroes of the tale. Now, we all know that not many of you have the time to invest in a 500-page story written by Stephen King, or decipher ye olde English of H.P. Lovecraft’s novels (or even submerse yourself into Shirley Jackson’s eerie feminist dread), so we’ve gathered a list of short horror stories for you to project your adult life fears onto. Some of these stories are as short as two sentences, so we gather that you’ll find the required fifteen seconds to read it and to get properly spooked.
As you will see very soon, these two-sentence horror stories are not only frightful but also pretty inventive. Okay, I might’ve had an idea that the virtuous snow-white fridge over yonder might actually be a monster (because I hear it call my name every now and then, more often than I would like), but have you thought of it? Or, have you ever caught yourself thinking that your fluffy slippers are there to nibble at your fingers? Or even that your blanket will wrap around you like a boa constrictor and won’t let you go when your alarm rings? Just living is horrifying as hell, but it does get even more creepy with these scary stories!
Now, I double-dare you to voluntarily and calmly scroll down below. There are 203 of these scary stories, so a triple-dare would be to read them all, at night, all alone, by candlelight that’s flickered by a suspicious draft. I admit that after reading the first ten of these horror stories, I’d be hiding under the bed, so it won’t be hard to prove that you are braver than me! Anyway, check out the tall tales for yourself, vote for the ones that gave you the largest goosebumps ever, and share this article with your gutsy friends.
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Now be careful, that line of rock salt is the only thing keeping them out," the man said, welcoming my group into his refuge. "Sea salt," I clarified, "sea salt keeps us out."
All my life, my parents have told me not to open the basement door, but I got curious and disobeyed them. What is that glowing ball in the sky and why does it hurt my eyes?
This is clever. You automatically think of door down into basement not door up
For my last wish, I wished my dad to be alive again. I stood atop his grave and smiled, imagining him screaming and clawing at his coffin lid as he did the two previous times I wished him back.
Bored Panda contacted one of the moderators @Legioneer of the subreddit TwoSentenceHorror. The user revealed that it was unexpected to see the subreddit that now has more than 800,000 members gain so much attention. The moderator shared one important thing they take from this: “I’m just glad to have played a part in creating a space where anyone can simply have an idea, write two sentences, and make a successful post. It seems like most other horror literature subreddits have such a large barrier to entry, having to have to write stories that are several pages long just to get noticed. Making horror literature more accessible for readers and writers just means that more people are able to engage with it, and I’m happy that we have helped a genre that I love to grow.”
After I asked the crystal ball to tell me how to escape death, I was very confused as it read, 'No thanks honey, I'm full.' However, something clicked in my head when my wife offered me cake after dinner.
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.'
At the expense of the last of their ammunition, the lumbering beast collapsed. Too bad the hunting party couldn’t spare a moment while patting each other on the back to notice it’s mother had witnessed the whole display.
It seems that a lot of people are fascinated and encouraged by the idea to create short horror stories. Having this in mind, we asked @Legioneer how the idea to create this subreddit was coined. It grew out of an AskReddit thread where people were asked to create a horror story that would be only two sentences long. It turned out to be a great success and so a subreddit was created. The moderator also added: “As for why we liked the idea of two-sentence horror stories enough to make the subreddit, we believe that having certain constraints in how you are able to write can help inspire creativity, and we wanted to see just how far we could push the writers’ limits while still allowing them to write a full story.”
Please, take me instead! I scream, grabbing at the two men who took my child. “Sorry ma’am, children only” they said, as they continue loading up the last lifeboat on the ship.
My brother and I sit down with the Ouija board, and we both place our hands on the planchette. He says, 'Cole, are you here with me?' and I move the planchette to 'yes.'
As I slit her throat, I looked in her unblinking eyes and realised too late that she wanted to live. I knew it to be true because mirrors don't lie.
There are numerous great stories that people have created through time and the moderator stated that it’s hard to pick just one favorite, but the one that stuck with him the most was the one that could be found here. According to @Legioneer, this story is “very good representation of what the subreddit aims to do, setting you up to expect something and then hitting you with a twist that you never would have seen coming but that still makes sense now that you know the full story.”
I think I might be the most successful serial killer in history. The best part is telling their loved ones we did everything we could.
It's been 315 days since the global outbreak, 187 days since I realized I might be the only survivor, and 3 days since the two of us found each other in the wreckage of the world and regained hope. I'd been alone so long I almost forgot that hallucinating imaginary companions is the first sign of infection.
No matter how much we fight, my wife will always prepare my coffee in the morning. Though this time, it did taste a little like almonds.
The moderator also added that their whole team is very thankful to all people who are contributing to the subreddit in every way possible: “We could not be where we are without everyone who volunteers their time to write, read, moderate, or otherwise interact with the stories on our subreddit. I am lucky to have so many talented people around me contributing to TSH, and I want to make it clear that I (and everyone else in the mod team) are extremely thankful for everyone who partakes in our subreddit,” shared @Legioneer.
The world was thrilled with the announcement that the first mission to Mars would be an all-female crew. One year later, the world was terrified when they all returned pregnant.
So it turns out you can feel everything that happens to your body after death. I suppose I should be flattered my husband still finds me attractive after all these years.
Tinder is completely useless, and I don’t have a single match. If I don’t find another way to start a campfire tonight, I’ll freeze to death.
My daughter's smiling face greeted me from my driveway as I returned home from a hard day. Where is the rest of her?
My four-year-old said he wished that people didn't have to knock. I told him about doorbells, and he asked me to install one on his window.
The principal of my sons school called me at work today to tell me my son pushed another kid while on on a school excursion. I initially thought that this hardly warranted a phone call, until I remembered that my sons excursion was to the Grand Canyon...
I have a recurring dream I’m murdered by a man I’d never met. I thought it was stupid until I went on a blind date and saw him at the table.
Yesterday I wrote the number 69 on my wrist as a joke. Today it's 68, and now it's not washing off.
update: its been two weeks, the number says 55, and i swear the ink is getting redder...
I always thought my cat had a staring problem, she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.
When the kidnapper made me guess where he kept my daughter, I went for the basement and he said "Correct!" allowing me to see her. But when I found her severed head in there, I learned that every other choice would have been correct as well.
This little piggie went to the attic, this little piggie to the couch. . .
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker. I'm full now, I just wished she hadn’t screamed so loud.
If you get scared at night, don’t keep your eyes closed for too long. There’s a reason you’re scared, and now you can’t see it approach.
Did you know that there's no such thing as a 'left-handed' person? There is your kind, and then there are those of us who escaped from the other side of your mirror.
I like to sing in the shower sometimes. When I got out of the last one, the fogged-up mirror read “YOU HAVE A LOVELY VOICE” — I live alone.
The dog sits at my gate every morning and night when I leave and come home from work. Even after all this time, she can still smell her owner’s blood on my hands.
After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
When the tsunamis hit, most people were evacuated. Feeling the trickle of water rise to my chin, I let go of the prison bars in bitter resentment.
Spend 24 hours locked in the old insane asylum and win a million dollars. It's been 26 hours, so why is the door still locked?
Us being twins, my brother and I often share experiences and sensations. I only wish he had warned me before getting open-heart surgery.
After years of research and hard work, we'd finally done it. We'd made it contagious.
I once had a girlfriend named Jill, I buried her under that hill. But sometimes at home, when I’m all alone, I find that she sleeps with me still.
I love these clap-on lights! Just one problem with them: When I clap to turn them on, something under my bed claps to turn them off.
I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
Being the first to respond to a fatal car accident is always the most traumatic thing I see as a police officer. But today, when the crushed body of the little dead child boy strapped in his car seat opened his eyes and giggled at me when I tried to peel him out of the wreckage, I immediately knew that today would be my last day on the force.
There's a girl standing outside my window. The only problem is I live on the seventh floor.
I texted a stranger by accident. But when they texted me back, they used my full name.
Alone in my room, I sneezed softly. 'Bless you,' someone said.
It’s nice that my grandmother calls to check on me, but if she wants to communicate from the other side I wish she wouldn’t scream so much.
If the girl is the ghost, it's annoying. If grandma is the ghost, it's terrifying
Punctuality has never been my strong suit. As I sit here and watch the last ship leave for new Earth, I wish it was.
I sat on my daughter’s bed and sang her favorite song before giving her a kiss on the cheek, just as I’ve done every night since she was a baby. When I was done and smiled down at her, she whispered “Mommy please stop, you’re dead.’
We smiled proudly as our daughter went on her bus for her first day of school. Our hearts dropped when the real bus arrived two minutes later.
Anyone seen that "text story" kind of like this with the 2nd bus or is it just me?? great plost twist though 😅
I just saw the children playing, admiring how high they have swung. But others tell me they’re just swaying in the wind where they were hung.
No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't get free of the chains I was bound in. I only hoped they'd hold once the full moon came out.
Every morning my husband tells me he loves me, I really wish he’d stop. I murdered him last year, but he still won’t leave me alone.
I used to be considered the evil twin. But now I’m considered an only child.
I had a dream that a man was watching me sleep from outside my bedroom window. When I woke up, I found footprints… inside, next to my bed.
It seemed like my essential oils and vitamins were starting to clear up my symptoms. There was no real need to tell the rest of the group that I'd been bitten.
aaaah, homeopathy and essential oils per day keeps the doctor away. rotten smell.
I heard screams echo all around me. I'm deaf.
I went camping with my three best friends. But by the time we left, we were nothing but a murderer, a witness, and a dead body.
The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
I breathe in the gas and count back from ten to get my tonsils removed. “Looks like little Timmy is finally going to get a new heart, and I get a new car.”, I hear the doctor say as I fall into the void.
I saw a severed arm in the dumpster. It gave me a thumbs up when I walked by.
Nurse’s Note: Born 7 pounds 10 ounces, 18 inches long, 32 fully formed teeth. Silent, always smiling.
That jerk just gave me the middle finger! I swear your honor, I don't know where the rest of the body is.
'You look like death,' he said, brows furrowed with concern. A wide, wan smile crossed my face, flattered to be recognized, as I hooked him with my scythe and pulled him down into the abyss.
They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
“I can’t sleep” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
I arrived at the funeral a few minutes late. Nobody acknowledged me, and I figured out why when I looked into the casket and saw myself.
My kids were excited to tell me about the day they just had with their mother. My eyes watered as I pondered how to tell them she died this morning on the way to work.
I was finishing a horror story, so I wrote 'The End.' Then, my keyboard typed 'is coming' completely by itself.
'Are you afraid of the dark?' That was the last thing I heard before the lightbulb shattered behind me.
I open the door to a policeman who tells me my husband died in a car crash on the way home. As I turn my head to see him eating the dinner I just served, he starts grinning at me.
‘Please stop,” I whimpered as he fastened my other arm to the table, “if you let me go, I won’t tell anyone”. He looked up at me with a wicked smile “how do you think I got you? They gave you to me.’
I’d been noticing it for months, that tiny lag in my reflection, not that anyone believed me. Today was different she didn’t even attempt to mimic me she stood there smiling, I think she wants to come out.
Outside my three-year-olds bedroom I hear her say, ” But Mommy, I don’t want to.” My voice replies, “All little girls stab their Daddies.’
I held my son’s hand tightly as the cars whizzed past the sidewalk. “With any luck, they won’t find the rest of him,” I muttered to myself.
My daughter walked up to me asking, “Mommy, who is that man behind you?” I turned with an uneasy feeling, to find no-one standing there, looked back to tell her there was nothing there and there was nothing left but the teddy bear she was just holding covered in blood.
The mirror had been left to me by my late aunt's estate, stored in the attic and covered in paper. I stared at my reflection, feeling that something was…off…but not knowing what – when my reflection winked at me.
A pandemic has wiped out over 99 percent of humanity, but don't worry. It only spreads to those who know about it.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
My husband woke me up by kissing my cheek when he got home late. This morning I checked my phone — he stayed with a friend last night.
I have never seen anything like it, the way it screamed and crawled towards me. This… This thing is supposed to be my little brother.
I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.
I kiss my wife and daughter good night before I go to sleep. When I wake up, I’m in a padded room and the nurses tell me it was just a dream.
I remember two people peering into my eyes, shining a torch on my pupils. "See?" says the woman to the man, "you can tell by her pupils". I knew they were checking if I was lying. I was tired of being interrogated. It had been days, I hadn't even entered the competition, and now they thought I was cheating? Looking back now, I realise they were two ICU carers, looking after me. I don't know if they know that I saw them, but I did. I just didn't understand.
As I walked up the driveway with my new friend, I introduced him to my dad. “What friend?!” he asked with bewilderment in his eyes.
I relive burying my friends from the war in my dreams and I'm afraid to sleep. Not because of the night terrors but because I wake up with scratches on my arms and dirt all over the floor.
Grandpa died smoking a cigar in his favorite chair. We got a new one but from the ash marks he leaves behind he has a new favorite chair.
For sale: like-new engagement ring, barely worn, came right off her finger. Finger also for sale for the right offer.
When I smiled, she did not smile back. Something is very wrong with this mirror.
I love diving into the deepest parts of the ocean where you can't even see the bottom! This time, I can't see the surface, either.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.
You see, I stand on my box. And I know how your window unlocks.
You taught how me to be a man, but today I feel so all alone. Happy Father’s Day dad, as I kiss your gravestone.
I swear I heard my daughter whisper my name. But, the thing is, I’m still pregnant.
As I watched the sun set from my villa in Paris, I received terrifying news from across the globe. The sun had set in New Zealand, too.
I don’t know where the hell my husband is. I can’t remember where I buried him.
‘Hey daddy, I’m fixing little brother for you!’ He entered the room to find his 8-year-old daughter scooping the eyes out of their now blind baby.
She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.
I’m all alone during a storm when the power goes out. Lightning strikes and there is a man standing in my hallway with a knife.
I kissed her, but she wouldn’t kiss me back. She was already decomposing.
My cat never goes near my closet. The one day she did, she never came back out.
Your cat just used the Feline Transportation System to go to Heaven to assume their role as the God for the coming years till they call the next cat
I tried to check my makeup in the mirror. But my reflection was missing.
My closet door slid open with a creak, making me jump. I pretended his distraction had worked and that I didn't see him crouched in the corner of my room.
You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.
its a surprise party from your friends, but you have thin walls so they whisper as to not wake up the neighbors kid
She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty.
My wife just ran in to ask me if I was okay because she could hear my terrible coughing fit from across the house. I wasn’t coughing.
The upstairs neighbors are awfully noisy. I told my landlord… it’s been vacant for months.
I opened my front door to the frantic pounding of my next-door neighbor. To my horror, it was something that was wearing his skin…
I fell asleep in my pajamas. But I woke up in a suit, with a closed casket surrounding me.
It must suck big time to wake up only to discover that you've died.
I felt my husband’s hand squeeze mine. But then I remembered, he was dead and I was in my apartment alone.
The cloven hoof prints were fresh. They were in sets of two, staggered like a man running.
I’ve been talking to my mother for hours. But I don’t think she can hear me through the six feet of dirt.
I stared at the picture of me emblazoned on the screen of the mobile phone, wracking my brain to try to understand how it got there. Human technology has often proved to be an ally of mine but I’ve never before encountered a mobile that could take pictures of demons.
"Mommy my friend is coming over," my daughter happily cheered about her imaginary friend. And then the motion detecting light went on.
As a biologist, I love all of my animals. But I sometimes wonder to myself if any of them still remember that they used to be human.
Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
I never go to sleep. But I keep waking up.
I have a friend named Charlie. I’m playing at his house but it’s cold down here in the basement, I wonder when Charlie will let me go home.
As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’
"Oh don’t worry dear we’re glad to have you for diner." They said smiling, as I lie bound and gagged on the floor while they took their last bite of lunch, my husband.
Through moon and fog, I run, branches whipping bare legs bloody, and race the hot breath, that burp of hell, against my nape. Closer, closer, until saliva spatters my skin, and the thing with teeth wraps me in its mouth.
the creepiness was ruined by the "burp of hell" part. That just made me laugh
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
My TV keeps turning on by itself. It’s annoying, but what’s more worrisome is how it only shows footage of me standing in my living room.
My girlfriend is scared of horror movies. They make her paranoid, which can be tricky when I’m watching her through her living room window.
I hear my daughter cry, “Mommy I’m so cold, please let me in!” I shut the curtains, knowing she won't cry much longer in the snow.
Woman who drowned her kids, quite interesting yet sad, this made me think of it.
After dating all through high school and college, our daughter’s boyfriend finally came by today to ask my husband and me for her hand. We gave it to him, hoping that he’ll finally tell us where the rest of her is.
I had often had a slightly irrational fear of being stalked or having someone show up in the backseat of my car after leaving a bad relationship, so I got a smaller car for sense of security. The day I stopped carrying pepper spray with my newfound courage, a soft breath tickled the hairs on my neck with a soft “found you.’
I didn’t panic when my best friend Tom started shuddering from head to toe, clutching his stomach, and coughing up blood. I panicked when the blood started crawling up my leg.
I came home after my weeklong trip away and took a shower. I pressed the only towel in the room against my face and discovered it was already wet.
You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.
The girl pedaled quickly towards his car, droplets of water flying off her, leaving a trail on the sidewalk. He should have weighed down her body in the river, but as she came closer and the smell of rotten flesh overcame him, he realized it wouldn’t have mattered.
I asked the hot guy in my class why he was staring at me. He said that he was actually staring at the demon that always hovers behind me.
I never meant to make my ex cry. I only meant to make him bleed.
There was a knock on my door. Something inside told me not to open the closet.
Audra looked across the table to smile warmly at the loving faces of her husband and children. “I do so enjoy our time together” she whispered as she gently placed each of their severed heads back into the refrigerator.
My eyes were glued to the scarring images on the horrifying scrapbook I found at my new neighbor's house. As I flipped towards the end of the book I noticed that there was a blank spot with today’s date written below it.
'It's just a harmless mask on the wall,' my mother tells me. That's easy for her to say, since it doesn't appear in her room every night.
When I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of cracking, I am aware that it is her rigor mortis body snapping unto itself as she crawls down the hallway. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would seek her revenge.
‘Do you like your new coat?’ my father asked as he draped it over my shoulders. ‘It’s from your mother,’ he said, smiling at what was left of Mom’s flayed corpse.
My brother and I used to knock on the walls at night because our rooms were next to each other. After I came back from the funeral, I still heard the knocking.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
I got up and looked into the mirror...now I'm crying because my reflection knocked just to tell me I'm ugly.
You’re laying in bed and with your feet dangling out of the covers. You feel a hand grab your feet.
I've slept with one foot out of the covers as long as I can remember... sometimes it's a whole leg. Nothing but cats and one spider have ever gotten me.
I looked out my window. The stars had gone away.
The wailing from the baby monitor just won’t stop. Problem is, my daughter is with her mother this weekend… over 200 miles away.
I found a new bottle of my best friend’s favorite scotch on the kitchen counter today. He died in a drunk driving accident six years ago.
I think I’m dead. But the other spirits keep telling me I’m alive.
I didn’t run when I saw him. So he didn’t make me suffer when he stabbed me.
I said I would babysit my niece. That was before I met Stacy, her imaginary friend.
The pairs of emaciated eyes outnumber the single round in my gun. With pleading tears falling on her doll’s hair, I point the barrel at my last surviving daughter.
My boyfriend has a collection he’s very proud of. He never told me that he’s been collecting souvenirs from the girlfriends he murdered.
Read this after the day is nigh. And tonight you might possibly die.
I got a haunted doll in the mail today. If only I could find where she ran off too…
I reached under the bed to find my missing sock. But I felt another hand, instead.
Being the last human alive isn’t too bad. I just wish my hungry neighbors would leave me alone.
I twisted and rolled over in bed, then froze as I saw something distinctly not human smile at me through my window. My heart almost stopped when I noticed it was a reflection.
Yesterday, I figured out how my curse worked. Apparently, only people in danger can see what I write.
AND this was copied and pasted here from a BP author so HAH
Load More Replies...It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be born still?
Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.
The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs. Something locked the crypt door from the inside.
My mom told me she had the best time playing with my little sister today. My sister went missing in 2002 — they found her body in 2006.
I woke up to the sound of screams and the feel of immense heat surrounding me. Sobbing as the torture began again, I remembered hell wasn’t a made-up place…
I look at my clock it's 3:15 as a rotting corpse pushes fingers into my stomach, I scream in relief it's only a dream. Looking at my clock it is 3:14 and my closet door creeks open…
Three cheers for Santa Claus, and all the good children who believe. ‘Makes this so much easier,’ He chuckled, the bells on the trusting little girl’s shoes jingling as he dragged the body across the roof and away into the night.
The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.
You hear the scream across the hallway, but your eyes won’t open and you can’t move.
A knock at the door and ‘Could you help us?’ I hear. I glance outside once and nevermore for the kid’s eyes were black and their faces austere.
I think there's an urban legend about black-eyed children who try to get you to play with them.
Can you hear the beautiful ring of the bell? That means it’s time to drag you down to hell.
"But even in his dying fear, One dreadful sound could the Rover hear; A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell."
My cat is asleep beside my computer in his favorite spot. I’ve buried him 10 times.
I didn’t mind it when the rain began to fall. Until it hit my skin and burned.
I wrote a short story about rain that had become so acidic that it burned/melted people that were exposed to it for extended periods .
My grandmother told me it was a gift to see the angel of death in front of people’s houses, to know he would be collecting someone there soon. I thought it was a gift too, until the day I began to see it in front of every house.
I peeked outside. The pizza delivery guy is at the door, but I didn’t order a pizza — and definitely not from someone wearing a pig mask.
I was never more scared or more filled with dread. Then the night the police found her dismembered head.
Warm and juicy; best best served fresh. I love the taste of human flesh.
Again, the rhymes are scaring me. You sound like a poetic vampire ngl I said it once and I'll say it again
She woke up to an unusual silence in their bedroom. She looked over as the thing that laid where her husband use to be rose from under the sheets.
As she finally drifted off to sleep, she felt the cold, bony fingers caress her body. She prayed it was just a dream.
She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't.
The spiders worked quickly to wrap their prey tightly in silk. The man's muffled screams grew fainter with each new layer.
idk why but i'm getting harry potter and the chamber of secrets vibes here
The stew I was eating was delicious, and I wanted to give my husband a taste. That’s when I found his wedding ring in my bowl, still on his finger.
he was fishing around for his hacky-sack which he'd dropped in my soup. i gave him a weird look
Before I could react, the man produced an ax from his long coat and brought it to rest on the table before me. I carefully chose my words before saying, ‘Even with a receipt, I cannot give you a refund with all those blood stains.’
plo twist it was a prop for hallowen and tha person is just at the wrong store
As I watched the sun set over the forest my blood ran cold. I knew I had to find shelter quickly or I wouldn't last the night.
I began to gather sticks to make a tacky shelter. Why did I ever try go go on a hike without emergency equipment! This was going to be difficult.
I used a Ouija board yesterday, but I only asked one question and put it away. I got my answer today — written in blood on my ceiling.
I travel here and there so suddenly, and never make a sound. Slaying quickly, quietly, swiftly; Just don’t turn around.
And from the grave, where my father was put. And hand reached up and grabbed my foot.
I held her in my arms, dying. What could lie in her crib, crying?
Roses are red, violets are blue. You’d better run, I’m coming for you.
Muscles now relaxed, and still in her bed; young Timmy and Zax leaving all left unsaid. A smile Zax cracked, and ‘no’ Timmy plead: ‘no need to cut further, mom’s already dead.’
From afar, the doll looked just like her. From close up, she could see it was made out of her lost teeth and dead skin.
I scrubbed her blood off of my suit until there was no trace of DNA left. But I needed something to remember the night by, so I kept a handful of her hair.
When I checked his browser history, I found the search: “How to poison my wife.” So I threw down the water bottle he’d just handed me.
I stopped going to church because God never answers me. But the Devil speaks to me every night.
Last night, I had a nightmare that I’d lost both my legs in a gruesome car accident. Then I realized it was only a memory.
My car thumped over something in the road. And the windshield wipers couldn’t clear the blood away.
Then get off the road and clean it off, not being able to see is a danger to yourself and others.
I felt the barrel against my head, for only a second, before the burglar did the worst possible thing. He didn’t pull the trigger.
There was a photo of me sleeping on beautiful red silk on my phone. What I don’t know is how the phone got into the coffin with me.
The officer finally got back to me. The call was coming from inside the house.
I kept calling my girlfriend the day they buried me. She wouldn’t answer.
Because decent people don't answer phones when they are attending a funeral.
I was always told not to play with my food, as it is a blessing to eat. However I’m one to tease my meals, and killing is always a treat.
My throat is raw from screaming for help. But no one can hear me now that I’m in heaven.
I’ve been scrubbing my hands non-stop for weeks. The blood just won’t come off.
All I could do was stare as I watched my father wrap his hands around my mother’s neck. But he was already dead, and soon, she would be, too.
You wake up. She doesn’t.
I watched you play whilst at the park. I’ll come to your house when the day goes dark.
I will wait patiently until I’m found. And exact my revenge – flesh by the pound.
I sit in this crowded theater, all my life I’ve been a nobody, a reject, an empty, self-loathing blank. “Time for all of that to change,” I say to no-one in particular, pulling out the guns from under my coat…
Could happen at any time in any theater anywhere in the USA.
"Daddy I can’t sleep" she said, and crawled under the sheets with me. In the morning I woke up freezing cold and clutching the dress she was buried in.
You’re the prettiest person that I ever saw, I’d so love to snack on your eyeballs, quite raw.
Wrapped in sheets and cuddled in bed. You’ll foolishly expose your sweet, precious head…
I’ll hide you in my walls, your body will never be found! I’ll wear your skin as a suit, your friends will like you more than they used to.
Y'all are not slick. These are lyrics from a song called Ride the wings of Pestilence by From First to Last.
I love wearing my face mask. I just love the feeling of skin on skin.
I ran back into the house when I heard the children screaming. How the hell did they get out of the basement?
the post came 21 hours ago but somehow 2 week old comments joined the flow
How they got there, I don't know. That is pretty creepy though.
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Wow.... lots and lots of repetition and old movie plots. I read them all, but I'm not exactly sure why. One or two at the bottom should be way up top, I thought.
Please stop explaining the flipping stories. It’s annoying and they don’t need an explaination. STAWP.
I love wearing my face mask. I just love the feeling of skin on skin.
I ran back into the house when I heard the children screaming. How the hell did they get out of the basement?
the post came 21 hours ago but somehow 2 week old comments joined the flow
How they got there, I don't know. That is pretty creepy though.
Load More Replies...I missed my husband as he left for working this morning. Tomorrow, I'll make sure my aim is better.
Wow.... lots and lots of repetition and old movie plots. I read them all, but I'm not exactly sure why. One or two at the bottom should be way up top, I thought.
Please stop explaining the flipping stories. It’s annoying and they don’t need an explaination. STAWP.