Horror stories don’t need to be very long in order to be scary or spooky. A good horror concept can always be boiled down to it’s chilling core.
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
‘Mommy my friend is coming over,” my daughter happily cheered about her imaginary friend. And then the motion detecting light went on.
Are you afraid of the dark?’ That was the last thing I heard before the lightbulb shattered behind me.
Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.
I was horrified to find my son’s remains dug up from his gravesite.
I thought I was the only one who knew where he was buried.
We finally discovered god.
When we did, he unfortunately discovered us.
My girlfriend’s dad excused himself from the dinner table and invited me to go out hunting with him.
But when I wondered why he didn’t give me a gun, he leaned in close and whispered, “Run.”
All I could do was hug her when she told me that she had been in an abusive relationship with her ex.
I tried hard to be careful and understanding but back then, I was wrong to assume that she had been the victim.
Her captor swiftly stabbed two serrated blades into her feet.
They then told her she was free to leave.
I scrubbed the pan I’d used for the roast, disappointed by how little meat there had been after it cooked.
It was a real pity that “Eat The Rich” wasn’t going to actually be the solution to world hunger, after all.
She jammed the stake through the vampire’s heart as instructed, holding back her tears as she made sure none of the hunters knew about her relationship.
It was the only way to protect the fetus in her womb.
After ejecting from the pod and watching the rest of my crew blown to smithereens, I bidded my time and waited for the oxygen to run out in this cold, dark, infinite space.
I realized that they weren’t kidding about the self-sustainability of the new spacesuit as I stared at the visor that displayed 185D:23H:14M:30S.
My Psychiatrist said I should use a body pillow to help me sleep at night.
This is the third body I’ve tried to use but the smell is starting to get real bad and I may need to get another one soon.
Why does God allow bad things to happen?
I always tell my victims that is the first thing they should ask when they meet him soon.
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