Short Horror Stories

The Monster

There's an intruder in my house- I heard them smash open the window. I flinched at the sound, what am I supposed to do? Run, hide, scream? I grab my phone and dial 999. I tell them there's an intruder, and they say they will be here shortly. I decide to wait it out and hide in my closet until the police arrive. I slip out of bed as quietly as I can manage, and hurry to my closet. I open the door and it creaks. Loudly. I hold my breath and hear footsteps getting closer. I swiftly step in and shut the door, and just in time because my room door slams open with a loud crash. I jump, and shudder, feeling petrified. The intruder was no man- it was a kind of monster. It had sharp teeth, and blood was dripping from its rancid mouth. I start shaking in fear, and instantly regret it. The thing started walking over to the closet, a wide grin spread on its face.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die a painful and gruesome death caused by something that isn't even real.

The closet door is ripped off, and I scream. The creature grabs me, digging its long talons into me, and slams me against a wall. I scream in pain, and try to run, but the monster has its talons in my neck, causing blood to seep out. I freeze in shock, and give a final defeated cry of pain as the thing plunges its bloody teeth into my neck. My limp body falls to the floor, and the creature begins dragging my lifeless body towards the window.

When the police arrive, all that's left is a blood trail leading towards a smashed window.