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20 TERRIFYING TWO-SENTENCE HORROR STORIES!

Started by alandhopewell, March 11, 2014, 10:58:30 AM

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alandhopewell

If it's true what they say, that GOD created us in His image, then why should we not love creating, and why should we not continue to do so, as carefully and ethically as we can, on whatever scale we're capable of?

     The choice is simple; refuse to create, and refuse to grow, or build, with care and love.

Trevor

Trevor's undies: they're dirty, stinky and smelly.

And we can't clean them! :buggedout:
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

The Burgomaster

"Let's stay home and watch television tonight," he said.  And on every channel was a Paulie Shore movie.

"Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone."

indianasmith

"When can I eat cheeseburgers again?" the heart patient asked his doctor.
"Never!" was the reply. :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout:
"I shall smite you in the nostrils with a rod of iron, and wax your spleen with Efferdent!!"

Flangepart

The Grim Reaper stared aghast at his visitor.
"Hello," he said. "I'm with the I.R.S."
"Aggressivlly eccentric, and proud of it!"

Trevor

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

Ed, Ego and Superego

Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?

Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes

zombie no.one

When they let me out of jail I butchered so many innocent people they had to send me straight back. This is my second sentence.

ER

"I couldn't stand to keep seeing them crawling from under my bed every night," the murderer of children told the doctor in the psych ward's infirmary. "So I dug out my eyes with a spoon handle."
What does not kill me makes me stranger.

Couchtr26

I heard the creak of the door and a gentle scuffling along the floor.  My eyes still closed, I heard the rasping whisper "Shhh, go back to sleep."
Ah, the good old days.

ER

Billed as the shortest horror story ever, this one was supposedly written by someone named Frank Brown back in the mid-twentieth century:


The last man on earth sat alone in his house. The phone rang.
What does not kill me makes me stranger.

alandhopewell

Quote from: ER on March 13, 2014, 12:01:23 PM
Billed as the shortest horror story ever, this one was supposedly written by someone named Frank Brown back in the mid-twentieth century:


The last man on earth sat alone in his house. The phone rang.

    That was the late Frederic Brown, who wrote wonderful science fiction, much of which was quite short.
If it's true what they say, that GOD created us in His image, then why should we not love creating, and why should we not continue to do so, as carefully and ethically as we can, on whatever scale we're capable of?

     The choice is simple; refuse to create, and refuse to grow, or build, with care and love.

alandhopewell

     As I got out of bed, the full moon illuminated my room.  When I turned around, I saw I was still lying there.

     With a scream, I pushed away the rotting thing in front of me. My fingers touched a mirror.

     My girlfriend is no longer a size six. Since I strangled her and put her in the basement, she's been bustin' out all over.
If it's true what they say, that GOD created us in His image, then why should we not love creating, and why should we not continue to do so, as carefully and ethically as we can, on whatever scale we're capable of?

     The choice is simple; refuse to create, and refuse to grow, or build, with care and love.

ER

Quote from: alandhopewell on March 13, 2014, 02:04:57 PM
     As I got out of bed, the full moon illuminated my room.  When I turned around, I saw I was still lying there.

     With a scream, I pushed away the rotting thing in front of me. My fingers touched a mirror.

     My girlfriend is no longer a size six. Since I strangled her and put her in the basement, she's been bustin' out all over.


Good Lord, man, you're warped! And brilliant!
What does not kill me makes me stranger.

ER

Twelve miles from home, two toddlers in the back seat. With horror she realizes she left the diaper bag oN tHe kItChEn CoUnTeR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Sorry if this one is too scary for those able to appreciate the true horror of the scenario.)
What does not kill me makes me stranger.