Two sentence horror stories

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The smell of her hair, the salty taste of her skin, the rocking of their bodies, all of these euphoric pleasures were instantly forgotten when he looked down into her eyes. At least they should have been eyes; now two black pits gazed back at him over an unnaturally wide grin.
 
Everyday activities become so routine you forget they actually happen and auto-pilot your way through morning or evening rituals. I recall every one of those mundane activities with dread as my bathroom mirror pieces crashed into the sink that morning and exposed the unmistakable red blinking light of a video camera that wasn't mine.
 
The radio said “No, John. You are the demons”
And then John was a zombie.

Legendary

both the original story and the song version lol

I pulled the trigger, killing the man that had been attacking my son in his room. As I looked down at my hands that were now rapidly wrinkling and growing liver spots, my son began to laugh.

I feel that this is cool but I fail to get it, which makes it even cooler... maybe its too late and im sleepy ( i like to hope )
 
Awakened by what he thought was the sound of a kitchen drawer shutting, or maybe just a dream, Bill slowly crept through the dark studio apartment with a heightened alertness. A shiver runs through him as he quietly stares at his unlocked apartment door, questioning himself, when he hears a floorboard creak behind him.


Bill was stabbed 27 times
 
Legendary

both the original story and the song version lol



I feel that this is cool but I fail to get it, which makes it even cooler... maybe its too late and im sleepy ( i like to hope )

The man the narrator shot was his real son. The thing that looks like his son is a demon that causes people to age rapidly.
 
For millions of years, in Millions of homes, a man loves a woman and a child was born
They learn how to laugh, and they learn how to cry, like humans do.
 
She was half-asleep among the plush toys and dolls she saw a shadow enter. "I love you", whispered the man while locking the door from inside.
 
3:34 AM the clock said, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep again in this restless night. Then I froze, I didn't own a clock.
 
"One bullet, one choice - your choice" he said quietly, handing her the gun and pressing the blade firmly against her neck, "Him... or her".
Her daughter was the first to wake and, eyes still bleary from sleep, she gazed up at the faces before her, frowned in puzzlement and whispered "Daddy..?"
 
A bus full of children entered a dark tunnel and a rumbling loud sound can be heard.

The bus exited slowly, with all the windows broken, with no children in sight.
 
Her watch read 1:42am as terrifying groans bellowed from outside the small closet within the basement.

Though she waited hours before moving, watching a beastly silhouette through the crevices, the horrifying truth was that the time still read 1:42am.
 
In some foreign country; running from this crazed lunatic, I hear an old fashioned police siren getting nearer. I awake, thankful it was a dream when I see the buzzsaw lunge into me.

My friend has me listen to a song, when finished, I think to ask him to play it again. Before I can actually ask him, he already responds "I will, mate" quickly followed by a nervous "doo-dah..."
 
The chilling reports from NASA came in as a petrifying shock to the residence of Earth.

The sun has died, and as of now, we have 6 minutes left before it's rays fade into darkness one final time.

"Ever think we'll make it back out there in our lifetime?"
"The Old Ones gave hostile warnings... NASA ain't going anywhere, anytime soon".

Damn, I guess I wasn't the first to make up a NASA related one lol
 
He looked out the window and saw a monster.

"Oh bother." he said as he noticed the monster had tipped over his bins.
 
The teens partied all night long in that old, abandoned factory. The denizens that lived there did not appreciate it, but they had their fun too as evident by their new sets of clothing and fresh stash of alcoholic beverages.
 
I awoke in the dead of the night only to be greeted by a piercing pair of glowing red eyes.

"They really do make those standby lights far too bright" I thought to myself as I nodded off again.
 
As the doors closed he heard something drip on the empty elevator floor. When he turned around the upside-down grin he met was red with blood.
 
John sat shifting uncomfortably in the wooden chair, slivers of cold sweat running slowly over his furrowed brow, as he waited for the man sat opposite to speak.

"I'm sorry Mr Smith, its cancer".
 
"These damn allergies; where do all these fluids come from?" Finally, after the draining had stopped, he tied off the bag and walked away, leaving the cat's carcass hanging to dry.
 
"I'm never gonna eat a steak as fine as this again", the innocent man said, smiling serenly, as they tightened the straps on his cold chair.
 
As usual my mom kept screaming and yelling. I can't believe she couldn't behave during her own funeral.
 
During a father-son weekend, I heard a faint noise from my son's bedroom. As I went to check on him, a voice from behind his door whispered "he's going to be alright."
 
wow, I wish I could write posts as good as some of you! But it's hard, with no hands

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I woke up from a most pleasant dream to find that my sheets felt a bit damp. Then I realised that I couldn't feel or move my legs.
 
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