Two Sentence Horror (/c/two_sentence_horror)
Exactly two sentences of eerie microfiction. No images or audio, just words that creep.
My son walked into my bedroom with a terrified look on his face, told me I had to leave and started buckling up my seatbelt for me. I don't own a car.
Every night I hear someone knocking at my front door. It's always a woman, and she always says my mom's name.
I've never had a girlfriend, I'm 37 years old, but the other day I came home from work to find a note from the girlfriend I don't have on our bed, it reads: "I'll be back later because we're not done yet."
I met my new neighbor earlier today. When he left, I found a note on my doorstep with only "Welcome to the neighborhood. I don't hear anything."
I noticed my cat always scratching my back. When I asked for the reason, he said that, “I have a bone to pick with you.”
I can see and communicate with demons. Last night, one Trojan horse'd me.
When we were kids, my best friend came up to me and said "I'm gonna be a doctor one day, and if you're still here, I'll make sure that you get the best care possible." I've been staring into an empty bed across from me for weeks now.
My son’s imaginary friend is committing robberies in the night
I've been a personal trainer for 17 years. I've worked with over 180 clients and have happily watched them reach their goals. One client stood out from the rest.
My daughter has been sneaking out of her room at night so I set up a camera...
I was born with only one lung and have spent my entire life chronically ill. When I was five my parents hired a sitter and left for the weekend. At 3 am I woke up screaming.
I never saw it coming. That’s why it hurt so badly.
Every night, my girlfriend slaps on earplugs and a sleeping mask, closes the door, and doesn’t make a sound until the next morning. Tonight I plugged my own ears and opened the door to see why.
I never thought anything of my son’s night time ritual. He would come to my bedroom and whisper a three-part phrase in my ear before going to sleep. It wasn’t until his father died that I truly understood the meaning of his words.
I always thought my wife’s sleep talking was cute. Last night she kept saying “He’s in the oven… He’s in the oven.” My son has been missing for two weeks.
Before you tell a blind person to visualize their worst fear, make sure they aren’t blind by choice.
I sleep with a recording of thunderstorms playing in my room every night. Recently, the thunder stopped responding to me.
I was a nanny for a baby who didn’t exist. When I finally figured that out, I ran from the house. I didn’t stop running until the road disappeared and I was knee-deep in salt water.
My husband and I have been married for 4 years. We've never used protection. I'm never allowed to use protection.
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