Two Sentence Horror Stories
 

These have been passed around Facebook a bit - I like them; they have that creepypasta feel to them - Here are a few that I grabbed from

http://www.chicagonow.com/listing-to...orror-stories/


Dig up some of your favorites from the Internets or add your own!

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I'm not afraid of the cemetery. It's the only place the ghosts don't follow me.

I enter the empty elevator and push the button for my floor. As the doors close I feel a hand cover my mouth.

It's hard fighting the urge to hurt myself. My only comfort is knowing that I can hurt the girl in the trunk instead.

She felt the heat as the flames engulfed the only house she'd ever known. When the screams subsided she smiled, knowing she was finally alone.

I let my little girl sleep with me at night. I still like to snuggle with her despite the increasingly pungent smell of her rotting flesh.

The problem with sneaking out is that your parents have no idea where to look for you. By the time they find this cage you will not be alive.

He ran to the next house, but that door was locked too. The boy collapsed in exhaustion as the clawed hand dragged him back to the others.

Okay, mama, I will go to sleep and not talk about the man in my closet anymore. He's going to your room now anyway, right, mister?

They said I'd experience "phantom limb syndrome" when it would sometimes feel like my arm was still there. They didn't say I'd wake up at night to it strangling me.

Source: http://www.sunnyskyz.com/blog/153/20...-Neck-Stood-Up



I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.


Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.


A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said "I heard that, too."


She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't.



There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 1 a.m. and you're home alone.


"I can't sleep," she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.


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."


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.


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.


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.


There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.

Beer cans. All empty.

LOL - One of Newb's biggest fears.

And mine would be empty wine bottles ::stick out tongue::

My favorite time of day is coming home to my boyfriend. My least favorite time of day is locking him back up in the closet before I leave.

OMG! Is it really true, Chrono?!::EEK!:: or just another story??:halloween:

After reading couple of "I live alone & there's somebody in the house/room" sort of story, I've just made this...

I like living alone and there's somebody in the downstairs, that's not the problem. The problem is he's calling a fucking priest to bless the house.::mad::

Mwahahahaha :danger:

Ooo. Good one.

Stolen from a friend on Facebook:


I love long walks on the beach with my wife. That is, until the drugs wear off and I realize I'm dragging a stolen mannequin around a Wendy's parking lot.