You heard a phone ringing in your house. Since when had you been able to hear?
You were in love, but as he pulled away from the kiss, you became worried. He spoke in an unfamiliar voice, "You better wake up, before you forget how."
I love the sound of children laughing and playing, which is why I'm glad to have my own. But I have to hide under their floor when their parents wake up from the noise.
As she sat under the stairway, she heard raspy breathing. She hoped that this time, the rope would hold up his body as he hung by his neck from her banister.
"C'mon, dude, just try it," his voice repeated as the memory of your death replayed over and over. Russian Roulette wasn't as fun as you had thought it would be.
My girlfriend brings me flowers every year, crying tears of joy. But to the living in the cemetery, she seems to be weeping for the loss of my life.
It had followed you from school, all the way home, inside your house, back to your room, into your bed. It had come such a long way, but it was worth it, because you were soon to be such a delicious meal.
Such a simple tool, a needle. And as it headed towards my eye, such a simple response filled my head- fear.
She reached for him as he left her sight, but was too late. She had a long fall ahead of her.
I slowly crept up the stairs of the basement, avoiding the spots that creaked. It had taken years, but I was finally ready to come out of hiding from the humans that lived in my house.
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HorreurAn ongoing collection of short horror stories, all two sentences long, all written by me.