I woke up to a strange man standing in front of my bed. How had he escaped my basement?
The scariest part of dying wasn't facing death. It was learning that after death, there was only an empty void.
The knife tore through her, causing immense pain and terror to spread through her. When had her body become physical again?
Just breathe. They won't know that you're undead if you keep breathing.
School was always a fun place to be for me, even though I was bullied badly. "Today, these kids will finally learn to respect me as their teacher," I thought as I aimed the gun at my class.
One of the worst things about liking a boy is when he doesn't like you back, but even worse is when he tells his parents about you. When did trying to give young boys candy from one's van turn into a crime?
I hate that because of urban legends, most people are too scared to go camping nowadays. Then again, the ones who still go camping usually have more meat on their bones to eat anyway.
For hours, he was surrounded by screaming, constantly hearing cries for help and scratching sounds. When would the people he had trapped in the walls finally suffocate?
Lemons are sour, but they can add a lot of flavor to certain foods, like various meats. Can I offer you a lemon?
The blade was dull, but it did its job well enough. The half-formed fetus was in half, and I had saved the world from the Antichrist.
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HorrorAn ongoing collection of short horror stories, all two sentences long, all written by me.