short horror stories

Two Sentence Horror Stories

I cried as Dad emerged from the police station. Almost gleefully, he whispered "I told you your story wouldn't work."

"Daddy, please make sure there aren't any monsters." My son pleaded, weakly holding onto his blanket. Little did he know, It was right in front of him.

"Your dress is beautiful, you brat! Every girl would kill for that dress!" Mother screamed at me. "But, I'm not a girl." I weakly said under my breath.

They say that it's bad luck to break a mirror. But what do you do when your reflection crawls out of it?

"Sweetheart, you look beautiful." Mom said as I looked in the mirror, but there was one problem. Mom had been dead for ten years.

"Are you even listening to me?" I yelled at my husband as he read the paper, ignoring me. I grabbed the paper he was reading to try to gain his attention, but froze when I saw he was reading my obituary.