I found a picture of me sleeping on my phone. I live alone.
The sound of a baby laughing is usually settling to hear,unless it's 3 am and u live alone.
Last night my daughter crawled in bed with me. When I woke up I found the dress she was buried in in my bed.
The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen
They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.
It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be stillborn?
The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window in my 14th floor apartment.
Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
You get home, tired after a long day's work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.
You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.
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Short horror stories.
HorrorThese 2, and other short horror stories will make you want to sleep with one eye open.
