Dark Tales

Two Sentence Tales

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."

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.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying "Don't go down there honey, I heard it too."

When I finally grabbed her in the darkness, I swam back to the surface. It never occurred to me how fast the ice could freeze over.

It's been watching me for hours now... Sometimes I catch glimpses of its reflection on the computer screen, but I dare not turn around...

The longer I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me.

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.

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

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http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/two-sentence-terror#.ck5Zdqv3yW
http://9gag.com/gag/av0v95O/20-terrifying-two-sentence-horror-stories