Short Horror Stories

Texting

I can see you.

What the hell? What kind of weirdo send creepy ass messages like this? Whatever. I need to get home.

I continue walking down the dark alleyway, abrasive scents of damp and mould overpowering any pleasantries hidden away- if there are any, that is.

You're going to die.

Fuck off mate

I laughed this time- do they really think I'm that easy to scare. What an idiot. I'm almost home now anyway, so even if there was someone, (which there isn't,) I'd be fine.

You shouldn't have said that.

Yeah, and you should find something better to do, now fuck off!

I was more irritated than anything else now- just take the bloody hint!

Rounding a final corner I shudder, goose bumps appearing, but not because of the cold.

"Hello?" I call out, nervously laughing at my own irrational fear. Deep down I knew nothing would happen.

"I told you, you shouldn't have said that."

All went dark and all I could feel was the cool blade ripping through my flesh, tearing my porcelain body apart.