Hello! Enjoy these heart-stopping horror shorts as I continue the search for more material. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more of these, or if you never want to see them again :)
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There came a knock on the door.
My daughter keeps crying in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help.
The last thing I saw before she pushed her long, rotting claws through my chest was my alarm clock flashing 3:38 am. I awoke with a start from the nightmare, and as I saw my clock blink 3:37 am, I heard my closet door creak open.
I'm so bored. If I had known it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
As I stand frozen in horror staring at the murderer's figure standing outside my window, I realize it's only his reflection.
I reached for the light switch, but another hand was already there.
Opening my Wattpad account, I screamed as the realization dawned on me that the website refused to save my work. My newest book was completely gone.
There's nothing happier than the laughter of a child. Unless it's midnight, and you live alone.
She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't.
Through the rearview mirror, I saw my best friend waving at me from the backseat. On this day two years ago, he had passed away in a car crash.
I live in a fairly large house alone, and I swear to you, I've closed more doors than I've opened.
As I tucked my son into his bed tonight, he whispered to me, "Daddy, could you check for monsters under my bed?" As I stoop down, I see my son, sitting under his bed, trembling, and he said to me, "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed!"
She sat on my highest shelf, porcelain face frozen in a beautiful smile, dressed in the prettiest doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be born still?
I was called to the morgue this morning to identify my wife's body. I grabbed my keys, cleaned the blood off my hands, and started the car.
They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
At first I thought the knocking came from the window. Then I hear it come from the mirror again.
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Suspense Stories
Mystery / ThrillerA collection of suspenseful short and long stories, some original, some anonymous, some collected from Wattpad and some by classic authors like Roald Dahl and Agatha Christie.
