Bullycore Emojis & Text

r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread n͟asty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jum͜ping̨ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didn’t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .

– ̗̀ 𝓗𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 ̖́- ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ✧

☆꧁lil reminder!: 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.

“Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.” —Alice in Wonderland.

I miss my papa ✨ I really wish I didn't poison him

I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy

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The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.

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r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty

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→ ѕмιℓє ιѕ α ℓαηgυαgє σƒ ℓσνє, ѕмιℓє ιѕ α ѕσυя¢є тσ ωιη нєαят, ѕмιℓє ιѕ α ηαмє σƒ ℓσνєℓу мσσ∂, ѕмιℓє ¢яєαтє gяєαтηєѕѕ ιη ρєяѕσηαℓιту ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg → gσσ∂ яєℓαтισηѕнιρѕ αяє ℓιкє тяєєѕ тнєу ∂ємαη∂ αттєηтιση &αмρ; ¢αяє ιη тнє вєgιηηιηg вυт ση¢є тнєу вℓσѕѕσмѕ тнєу ρяσνι∂є υ ѕнα∂є ιη αℓℓ ѕιтυαтισηѕ σƒ ℓιƒє → ι кєρт уσυя ηαмє ιη му נσυяηαℓ, αη∂ ρσѕтє∂ уσυ ιη тнє ℓє∂gєя σƒ му нєαят, уσυ ωσηт вє ¢ℓαѕѕιƒιє∂ αѕ ƒιχє∂ αѕѕєтѕ, вє¢αυѕє тнє мαякєт ναℓυє σƒ ƒяιєη∂ѕнιρ ωιℓℓ ηєνєя ∂єρяє¢ιαтє ƒяσм нєαят. → ι тнιηк υ я νєяу ¢αяєℓєѕѕ!!! υ ¢σмє &αмρ; ℓєανє тнιηgѕ вєнιη∂!!!! ѕєє ησω ωнαт υ нανє ℓєƒт?? υ נυѕт ¢αмє ιη му мιη∂ &αмρ; ℓєƒт α ѕмιℓє ση му ƒα¢є…. → нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ α ρєяƒυмє. уσυ ¢αηησт ѕρяєα∂ ση σтнєяѕ ωιтнσυт gєттιηg α ƒєω ∂яσρѕ ση υяѕєℓƒ. ѕσ αℓωαуѕ вє нαρρу тσ мαкє σтнєяѕ нαρρу ! → ѕσ ѕωєєт ιѕ υя ѕмιℓє….. ѕσ ѕωєєт ιѕ υя ѕтуℓє….. ѕσ ѕωєєт ιѕ υя νσι¢є….. ѕσ ѕωєєт ιѕ υя єує……. ѕєє нσω ѕωєєтℓу ι ℓιє!! → ωну ∂σ ωє ¢ℓσѕє συя єуєѕ ωнєη ωє ρяαу ωнєη ωє ¢яу ωнєη ωє ∂яєαм ωнєη ωє кιѕѕ вє¢αυѕє тнє мσѕт вєαυтιƒυℓ тнιηg ιη ℓιƒє αяє ησт ѕєєη. вυт ƒєℓт ву тнє нєαят! ∂єƒιηιтєℓу υ,му ƒяιєη∂:) ! → тнσυgнт ƒσя тнє ∂αу” αℓωαуѕ вє тнє яєαѕση σƒ ѕσмєσηє’ѕ нαρριηєѕѕ ηєνєя נυѕт α ραят σƒ ιт. вє α ραят σƒ ѕσмєσηє’ѕ ѕα∂ηєѕѕ ηєνєя тнє яєαѕση ƒσя ιт. → ѕωєєт ƒяυιтѕ я ηι¢є 2 єαт, ѕωєєт ωσя∂ѕ я ηι¢є 2 ѕαу, вυт ѕωєєт ρєσρℓє я яєαℓℓу нαя∂ 2 ƒιη∂. му gσσ∂ηєѕѕ, нσω тнє нєℓℓ ∂ι∂ υ мαηαgє 2 ƒιη∂ мє → α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ яє∂ ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 υя тєєтн, ριηк ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ℓιρѕ, ѕιℓνєя ¢σℓσυя 2 υя єуєѕ, ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; єηנσу тнє ¢σℓσυяѕ σƒ ℓιƒє → ℓσνє υяѕєℓƒ ,ƒℓιят ωιтн υя υη∂єяѕтαη∂ιηg,яσмαη¢є ωιтн ∂яєαмѕ,gєт єηgαgє∂ ωιтн ѕιмρℓι¢ιту,мαяяу gєηυιηєѕѕ,∂ινσя¢є тнє єgσ…тнαтѕ gσσ∂ ℓιƒє… → ωσя∂ѕ αη∂ нєαятѕ ѕнσυℓ∂ вє нαη∂ℓє∂ ¢αяєƒυℓℓу, вє¢αυѕє ωσя∂ѕ ωнєη ѕρσкєη &αмρ; нєαятѕ ωнєη вяσкєη αяє тнє нαя∂єѕт тнιηgѕ тσ яєραιя → ѕσмє∂αу уσυ мαу ℓσѕє уσυя нαιя. уσυ мαу ℓσѕє уσυя тєєтн- σуυя мσηєу &αмρ; єνєη ℓσѕє уσυя мιη∂. вυт 1 тнιηg уσυ ωιℓℓ ηєνєя ℓσσѕє ιѕ σуυя gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ. вє¢αυѕє уσυ ¢αηт ℓσѕє ωнαт уσυ ∂ση’т нανє! → мαкιηg α мιℓℓιση ƒяιєη∂ѕ ιѕ ησт αη α¢нιєνємєηт, тнє α¢нιєνємєηт ιѕ тσ мαкє “α” ƒяιєη∂ ωнσ ωιℓℓ ѕтαη∂ ву уσυ ωнєη α мιℓℓιση αяє αgαιηѕт уσυ….! → ѕмσσтн яσα∂ѕ ηєνєя мαкє gσσ∂ ∂яινєяѕ! ѕмσσтн ѕєα ηєνєя мαкєѕ gσσ∂ ѕαιℓσяѕ! ¢ℓєαя ѕкιєѕ ηєνєя мαкє gσσ∂ ριℓσтѕ! ρяσвℓєм ƒяєє ℓιƒє ηєνєя мαкєѕ α ѕтяσηg &αмρ; gσσ∂ ρєяѕση! вє ѕтяσηg єησυgн тσ α¢¢єρт тнє ¢нαℓℓєηgєяѕ σƒ ℓιƒє. ∂ση’т αѕк ℓιƒє “ωну мє?” ιηѕтєα∂ ѕαу “тяу мє!” Posted by Kiran Bele at 19:02

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Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.

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‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.

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Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was låyīng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. “Honey? Was that you?” He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”

Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. • The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.

The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.

WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.

Autism is a spectrum. This means everybody with autism is different. Some autistic people need little or no support. Others may need help… What is autism? Review: 7 September 2025 autism can affect everyday life and how you can help support and understand autistic people. What is autism? Autistic people may act in a different way to other people Autistic people may: *find it hard to communicate and interact with other people *find it hard to understand how other people think or feel *find things like bright lights or loud noises overwhelming, stressful or uncomfortable *get anxious or upset about unfamiliar situations and social events *take longer to understand information *do or think the same things over and over Signs of autism might be noticed when you're very young, or not until you're older. If you're autistic, you're autistic your whole life. But some people need support to help them with certain things. Autistic people can live a full life Being autistic does not have to stop you having a good life. Like everyone, autistic people have things they're good at as well as things they struggle with. Being autistic does not mean you can never make friends, have relationships or get a job. But you might need extra help with these things. Autism is different for everyone Autism is a spectrum. This means everybody with autism is different. Some autistic people need little or no support. Others may need help from a parent or carer every day. Some people use other names for autism There are other names for autism used by some people, such as: autism spectrum disorder (ASD) is the medical name for autism Asperger's (or Asperger syndrome) Autistic people can have any level of intelligence Some autistic people have average or above average intelligence. Some autistic people have a learning disability. This means they may find it hard to look after themselves and need help with daily life. Autistic people may have other conditions Autistic people often have other conditions, such as: *attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) *dyslexia *anxiety *depression *epilepsy

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𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

No One Will Get This 100% Right! 1)My First Name 2)My Middle Name 3) My Last Name 4) Something I Can't Live Without Repost 5)My Favourite Colour And See 6)My natural Hair Colour 7)My Birthday Who 8)My Eye Color Knows 9)My Favourite Candy 0)My Nickname You Best! 1)My Shoe Size 2)My Favourite Soda October 18, 2013

r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasm’s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my side… I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..

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In high school, my best friend and I swore that we would never date. Our friends laughed, and joked that they would quote us on that at our wedding. They did. May 2nd, 2010

Gᴏ ᴛᴏ TᴡᴏSᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇHᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʀ/TᴡᴏSᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇHᴏʀʀᴏʀ 6 ʜʀ. ᴀɢᴏ SᴜᴠᴇɴPᴀɴ I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ's ᴘᴀʀᴀᴄʜᴜᴛᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪɴᴇ.

r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.

→ 7 яυℓєѕ тσ вє нαρρу….. 1. ηєνєя нαтє….. 2. ∂ση’т ωσяяу….. 3. ℓινє ѕιмρℓє….. 4. єχρє¢т α ℓιттℓє….. 5. gινє α ℓσт….. 6. αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє….. 7. нανє α ρєяѕση ℓιкє мє ωнσ αℓωαуѕ яємємвєя уσυ ….. → тσ ѕєє ℓιgнт,ℓσσк αт ѕυη..тσ ѕєє ℓσνє ℓσσк αт мσση.. тσ ѕєє вєαυту,ℓσσк αт ηαтυяє..тσ ѕєє нσρє,ℓσσк αт ƒυтυяє.. вυт,тσ ѕєє αℓℓ σƒ тнιѕ,ℓσσк αт тнє мιяяσя….!!!!!! → тнє вιggєѕт муѕтєяу σƒ мαтнѕ: 1000ѕ σƒ уєαяѕ ραѕѕє∂ , мιℓℓισηѕ σƒ тнєσяємѕ ∂єяινє∂ , 100ѕ σƒ ƒσямυℓα мα∂є вυт ѕтιℓℓ…….. ‘χ‘ ιѕ υηкησωη!!!!!!! → ωнєη уσυ gινє уσυя нєαят ωнєη тιмє ¢σмєѕ ƒσя уσυ тσ gινє уσυя нєαят тσ ѕσмєσηє, мαкє ѕυяє уσυ ѕєℓє¢т ѕσмєσηє ωнσ ωιℓℓ ηєνєя вяєαк уσυя нєαят, вє¢αυѕє вяσкєη нєαятѕ нαѕ ηєνєя ѕραяє ραятѕ. ωяιтє ση вяι¢кѕ → ∂σ уσυ кησω тнαт мєη αη∂ ωσмєη αяє αηgєℓѕ ¢яєαтє∂ ωιтн σηℓу σηє ωιηg? αη∂ тнєу ηєє∂ тσ ємвяα¢є єα¢н σтнєя тσ вє αвℓє тσ ƒℓу… нσρє уσυ ¢αη ƒιη∂ уσυя αηgєℓ ωнσм уσυ ¢αη ƒℓу ωιтн ƒσяєνєя → тσ ℓινє α ℓιƒє ι ηєє∂ нєαятвєαт, 2 нανє нєαятвєαт ι ηєє∂ α нєαят, 2 нανє нєαят ι ηєє∂ нαρριηєѕѕ, тσ нανє нαρριηєѕѕ ι ηєє∂ α ƒяιєη∂, αη∂ 4 α ƒяιєη∂ ι ηєє∂ υ αℓωαуѕ → ι ѕмιℓє αт ωнσм ι ℓιкє ι ¢яу ƒσя ωнσм ι ¢αяє ι ѕнαяє ωιтн ωнσм ι ℓσνє ι ℓαυgн ωιтн ωнσм ι єηנσу, ι ѕмѕ σηℓу тσ тнσѕє ωнσм ι ηєνєя ωαηт тσ ℓσσѕє. → α вєαυтιƒυℓ тнσυgнт!! тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ ¢αη єχρℓαιη тнє мєαηιηg σƒ ¢σℓσя тσ α вℓιη∂ ¢αη єχρℓαιη αηутнιηg &αмρ; єνєяутнιηg ιη ℓιƒє! → ιƒ уσυ нανє α ѕмιℓє &αмρ; уσυ ∂ση’т υѕє ιт. ιт мєαηѕ уσυ нανє αη α¢¢συηт σƒ мιℓℓιση ∂σℓℓαяѕ ιη вαηк вυт уσυ нανє ησ ¢нє¢к вσσк. → ωєℓℓ ωιѕнєя ιѕ ησт ωнσ мєєтѕ уσυ єνєяу∂αу &αмρ; тαℓк тσ уσυ єνєяу∂αу. ωєℓℓ ωιѕнєя ιѕ σηє ωнσ мαу σя мαу ησт мєєт уσυ вυт αℓωαуѕ тнιηк σƒ уσυ &αмρ; уσυя нαρριηєѕ. → σηє ∂αу υ мαу αѕк мє: ωнαт ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тσ уσυ, мє σя уσυя ℓιƒє? ι ωιℓℓ ѕαу: му ℓιƒє… уσυ ωιℓℓ ωαℓк αωαу ƒяσм мє ωιтнσυт кησωιηg тнαт υ я му ℓιƒє! → ωнєη ѕσмєσηє нυятѕ уσυ αη∂ уσυ ∂ι∂η’т нυят вα¢к ωнєη ѕσмєσηє ѕнσυтѕ αт уσυ αη∂ уσυ ∂ι∂η’т ѕнσυт вα¢к вυт ωнєη ѕσмєσηє ηєє∂ѕ уσυ уσυ αℓωαуѕ ¢σмє вα¢к → α вυѕу ℓιƒє мαкєѕ ρяαуєяѕ нαя∂єя, вυт ρяαуєяѕ мαкє α нαя∂ αη∂ вυѕу ℓιƒє єαѕιєя. ѕσ αℓωαуѕ кєєρ ρяαуιηg αη∂ яємємвєя мє ιη уσυя ρяαуєяѕ. → ℓιƒє ιѕ 4 ℓινιηg, ι ℓινє 4 υ. ѕσηgѕ я 4 ѕιηgιηg, ι ѕιηg 4 υ. ℓσνє ιѕ 4 ¢αяιηg, ι ¢αяє 4 υ. αηgєℓѕ я 4 кєєριηg, ¢αη ι кєєρ υ…? → ѕα¢яιƒι¢є ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη ℓσνє. ¢нαяα¢тєя ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη вєαυту. нυмαηιту ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη ωєαℓтн. вυт ησтнιηg ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη gσσ∂ яєℓαтισηѕ. → нαρριєѕт ρєσρℓє ∂ση’т нανє “єνєяу тнιηg вєѕт” ιη ℓιƒє. тнєу נυѕт мαкє тнє “вєѕт σƒ єνєяу тнιηg” тнαт ℓιƒє вяιηgѕ тнєιя ωαу!! ѕтαу нαρρу!! → ι нανє ℓιкє∂ мαηу вυт ℓσνє∂ νєяу ƒєω. уєт ησ-σηє нαѕ вєєη αѕ ѕωєєт αѕ υ. ι ωσυℓ∂ ѕтαη∂ αη∂ ωαιт ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂ѕ ℓσηgєѕт qυєυє. נυѕт ƒσя тнє ρℓєαѕυяє σƒ α мσмєηт ωιтн υ. → ρєяƒє¢тιση ιѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє тσ вє α¢нιєνє∂ ¢σмρℓєтєℓу ву αηуσηє ιη тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂. вт ιƒ уσυ кєєρ ¢нαѕιηg ρєяƒє¢тιση, ѕσмєωнєяє ση тнє ωαу уσυ мαу ¢αт¢н єχ¢єℓℓєη¢є! → ηєνєя тнιηк мσяє αвσυт ραѕт, ιт вяιηgѕ тєαяѕ ∂ση’т тнιηк мσяє αвσυт ƒυтυяє, ιт вяιηgѕ ƒєαяѕ тнιηк мσяє αвσυт мє ωнι¢н αℓωαуѕ вяιηgѕ ¢нєєяѕ. → тнєяє я ѕσмє σƒ тнє яσмαηтι¢ ¢συηтяιєѕ ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂, “н.σ.ℓ.ℓ.α.η.∂” нσρ συя ℓσνє ℓαѕт αη∂ ηєνєя ∂ιєѕ… “ι.т.α.ℓ.у” ι тяυѕт αη∂ ℓσνє уσυ… “ℓ.ι.в.у.α” ℓσνє ιѕ вєαυтιƒυℓ уσυ αℓѕσ… αη∂ тнιѕ ιѕ му ƒανσυяιтє…. “ƒ.я.α.η.¢.є” ƒяιєη∂ѕнιρ яємαιηѕ αη∂ ηєνєя ¢αη єη∂… → ѕσмє ƒяιєη∂ѕ ƒσяgєт ѕσмє мσνє αωαу ѕσмє кєєρ ѕιℓєηт ѕσмє נυѕт ¢нαηgє вυт ι’м ησт 1 σƒ тнєм. ι’м нєяє נυѕт 4 тωσ мσмєηтѕ .. ησω &αмρ; 4єνєя…!!:) → тιρѕ тσ вєαт тнє ѕυммєя 1- ∂яιηк ℓσт σƒ ƒяєѕн ωαтєя 2- ¢σνєя уσυя нєα∂ ωнєη συтѕι∂є 3- єαт νєgєтαвℓєѕ вυт мσѕт ιмρσятαηт 4- мєѕѕαgє мє ∂αιℓу в¢σz ι м ѕσ ¢σσσℓ..:-) → ι ¢συℓ∂ ƒιℓℓ α 1000 ραgєѕ тєℓℓιηg υ нσω ι ƒєєℓ, αη∂ ѕтιℓℓ υ ωσυℓ∂ ησт υη∂єяѕтαη∂.. ѕσ ησω ι ℓєανє ω/σ α ѕσυη∂, єχ¢єρт му нєαят ѕнαттєяιηg αѕ ιт нιтѕ тнє gяσυη∂. → ∂ση’т вє ∂ιѕαρρσιηтє∂ ιƒ тнє ωσяℓ∂ яєƒυѕєѕ тσ нєℓρ уσυ. яємємвєя ∂є ωσя∂ѕ σƒ єιηѕтєιη: “ι м тнαηкƒυℓ тσ αℓℓ тнσѕє ωнσ ѕαι∂ ησ тσ мє. ιтѕ в¢σz σƒ тнм, ι ∂ι∂ ιт муѕєℓƒ.” → ωнєη уσυ’яє αηgяу αт ѕσмєσηє αη∂ gєт ιяяιтαтє∂ тιмє тσ тιмє вυт уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ¢αη’т ℓινє ωιтнσυт нιм/нєя тнєη ιт’ѕ тяυє яєℓαтιση”..! → ιƒ тιмє ∂σєѕη’т ωαιт ƒσя уσυ, ∂ση’т ωσяяу! נυѕт яємσνє тнє вαттєяу ƒяσм тнє ¢ℓσ¢к αη∂ єηנσу ℓιƒє…! gяєαт ρєσρℓє gяєαт тнσυgнтѕ → αм ι ¢υтє? тєѕт ¢αℓℓ, ιƒ ι м ¢υтє мιѕѕ ¢αℓℓ, ιƒ ι м gσяgєσυѕ тєχт вα¢к ιƒ ι м ρяєтту тєχт α נσкє ιƒ ι м ¢нαямιηg נυѕт ιgησяє ιƒ υ я נєαℓσυѕ → тнιѕ ¢υяισυѕ gяєєη ωσяℓ∂ gινє мє ѕρℓιт ѕє¢ση∂ ƒσя ℓσνє тнє ωαу ι ℓινє тнє ωαу ι яєѕρє¢т ησ σηє ¢αη тнιηк ησ σηє ¢αη gινє му ƒєєℓιηgѕ αяє ηєω нαя∂ ¢σяє∂ ƒσя мє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ ησ мσяє → ℓιƒє ιѕ α נσυяηєу тнαт ιѕ ησт мєαηт тσ вє мα∂є ѕαƒєℓу. ι ωαηт тσ ℓινє му ℓιƒє ιη α ωαу тнαт ωнєη ι gєт яєαℓℓу σℓ∂, ι ℓσσк вα¢к αт му ℓιƒє αη∂ ѕαу: ααн ι ℓινє∂ ιт, ησт ѕυяνινє∂ ιт.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.

A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?

I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.

Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..

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