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r/TwoSentenceHorror
6 yr. ago
Lightuke


After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed"
I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."

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 ‘Seeing Red (The First Day of School)’ by Zenryhao

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. 
I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. 
When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on 
how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a 
solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow 
orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that 
takes people “before their time” as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red 
end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a stoplight. 
Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. It’s such a rush to see them 
and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout 
out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh.
But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of 
my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in 
and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...

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學會數數的女兒


昨晚11點50分左右，我的女兒叫醒了我。我和妻子把她從她朋友薩利的生日會
上接回家，並把她放在床上。

我妻子走進臥室看書，而我在看勇士隊比賽時睡著了。

“爸爸，”她悄聲說，扯著我的襯衫袖子。”猜猜我下個月會有多大？””我不知
道，美女，”我邊說邊戴上眼鏡。”多大了？”她笑著舉起四根手指。”

現在是7點半。我的妻子和我已和她一起待了近8個小時，她仍拒絕告訴我們她
從哪得到這些。

原文作者： RealScience87

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掌握壽命的男人

他在十歲生日時得到了這塊表。這是一隻普通的灰色塑料腕表，除了它正在倒
計時的事實之外，其他方面都很普通。

“這是你留在世界上的所有時間，兒子。明智地利用它。” 而他確實做到了。隨
著手表的滴答聲，這個男孩，成為了一個男人，盡情地享受生活。他爬山、遊
海。他談笑風生，享受生活與愛。這個人從不害怕，因為他清楚地知道自己還
剩下多少時間。最終，手表開始了最後的倒計時。

老人站在那裡看著他所做的一切，他所建立的人生。

5. 他與商業夥伴握手，這個人一直是他的朋友和知己。

4. 他的狗過來舔他的手，男人輕輕地拍了拍它的頭。

3. 他擁抱了他的兒子，確認自己是個好父親。

2. 他最後一次親吻了妻子的額頭。

1. 老人笑了笑，閉上了眼睛。

然後，什麽也沒發生。手表發出一聲提示音，而後關閉。那人仍活生生地站在
那裡。你也許會認為，在那一刻，他應該是欣喜若狂。

相反地，在他的生命中，這個人第一次感到害怕。

原文作者：gridster2

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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.

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I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO

June 7, 2017 

@hellofinah


You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery 
store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken...
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. 
Cashier makes an odd remark to you:  “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...” 
Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times.

No answer.

You decide to try the door.

It opens.

You place the grocery bag on the counter.

Strange.

There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk
have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen
and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum.

Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for
nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give
your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime
scene investigator.

“It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says.

You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do
they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off.

“Hello?”

“Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need
some bread and cereal too.”

“No problem, mum; I’ll be right over…”

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下次，你會記得我的

你是否曾走進房間，發現一個吸血鬼？

你的心臟是否加速跳動，盡管你的腿拒絕跳動？

轉眼間，當這個怪物在黑暗中穿過房間時，你是否感到時間變慢？

當它把一只爪子放在你的頭上，另一只放在你的下巴，使你傾斜，露出你的脖
子時，你是否害怕得發抖？

當它粗糙、幹燥的舌頭順著你的臉頰，滑過你的下巴，到達你的喉嚨，尋找你
的動脈時，你是否掙扎著扭動？

當它探測你的脈搏時，你是否感覺到它的熱氣在你的皮膚上發出嘶嘶聲 — 那
是通向你大腦的氣流。

它的舌頭是否停留在那兒，微微跳動，貌似在品味這一刻？

當你發現並非所有的吸血鬼都以血為食 — 有些吸血鬼以記憶為食時，你是否

經歷過一種沈淪、噁心的黑暗？

你是否曾經……咳咳，讓我重新描述這個問題：你是否曾經走進一個房間，突
然忘記了你為什麽進來？

原文作者：IPostAtMidnight

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Horror Short Story: The Accident
In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done.

Written by: Reddit user Minnboy

Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. 
An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas 
and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home.

Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? 
Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me.

There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. 
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
chacde3


Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.”
I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
5 yr. ago
netflixandskill


my son was reported missing last week

they found him but it's not my son

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
CalebVanPoneisen


While tidying up my girlfriend’s apartment 
I found a purple diary 
labelled “Boyfriends Whom Dare to Look”.
Unable to resist the temptation 
my heart raced, at the sight of names 
and dates marked with red 
but before I could fully process 
it's meaning, a voice be-
hind me chuckled 
“It’s time to break up,” 
as a sharp object pierced my back.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
40 min. ago
derf_vader


"Hello Darkness my old friend..." I sang the familiar lyrics as I passed by the dark alley.
"I've come to greet you at the end," the Darkness sang back softly creeping, as it enveloped me 
in the sounds of silence...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
6 days ago
Old_Lady_In_Titanic


Everyone else was distracted by the huge iceberg that glided within inches of the ship.
Only I saw the giant metallic sea-bear gash a hole in the hull beneath the waterline with it's razor sharp knife-like claws.

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Horror Short Story: The Accident
In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done.

Written by: Reddit user Minnboy

Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. 
An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas 
and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home.

Why did you run, you fool? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? 
Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me.

There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. 
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss.

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 ‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix
Any day now, she’ll say her first words. 
My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ 
I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ 
Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe 
I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. 
I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth.
“P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…”
My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. 
I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying.
“It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”

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I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about.
by KMApok
'Why is there bad in the world?'
It’s a common question, but it is misplaced.
Light and dark.
Without one, the other cannot exist.
I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it.
I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. 
I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. 
You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do.
'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...'
Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. 
For balance. 
The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of...
You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts.
Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's 
short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..

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People may like horror for many different reasons. 
Personification of non-human's, perspective, etc.
There's some considerate guidelines to take in-to account.
Of course, horror's meant to be scary, but not to frightening as to cause panic attack.
Trigger warnings may give away the ending or some plot twist. Here are some tips:

~Profanity. Can say like 'oh dear' or something.
~Gore, avoiding unnecessary graphic detail. 
~Animals. Can be something like 'the dog growls at presence of ghost'
~Self harm, etc. You can, however, have a character sacrifice oneself.
~Abuse (like exploitation, arranged marriage) although you can imply abduct, poison, etc. 
~Stereotyping groups (portraying certain authorities, religions, cultures, etc. as disrespectful)

You can use (with discretion) controversial topics (execution, foeticide, the double effect, etc.) lightly.
You can mention potential topics (cannibal, baby death, poisons, apocalypse, etc.) in story insofar as it partains to the plot, but no glorifying trauma.
You can have the narrator be the villain, victim, or bystander. 

Have fun writing, and heed your emotions!

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avoid writing about-
~animals
~unnecessary detail
~certain groups
-in such stories

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I Begged You
“Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and
gives me a truly sorrowful look...

The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come 
soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so
many times before already. “Any final words?”

“Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say.
clean conscience.

That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my
The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a
clean conscience.

That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my
entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself
others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that
caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I
was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend
developed a broken leg.

I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of
health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs
exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by
their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun.

Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner
and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly.

—stellarpath

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
kaoru-aeli


They pointed at me, laughing and calling me "four-eyes".
They weren't laughing after I decided to revealed 82 more.

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no-
~pets
~unnecessary detail
~crims
-in said stories

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avoid-
~losing animals
~excessive detail
~inaccurate portrayal of certain people
~making fun of groups

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Avoid~
-profanity
-animal loss
-stereotyping
-ignorance

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
12 hr. ago
HoardofAngryQuokkas


It's happening again - I must wash away all this blood;
silently, I creep out to the kitchen like I've been doing for the past three years, spending hours in the moonlight scrubbing out every speck of evidence.
I know my dad and brothers think I'm some late bloomer, but I just don't want to freeze to death out in the menstrual hut like mum did.

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r/shortscarystories
13 hr. ago
S_G_Woodhouse

I think I'm losing my head

I was driving home after a long day at work.

I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters.

"What's wrong honey" she asked me.

"I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused.

Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home.

I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies.

Eventually, I dozed off.

I dreamt strange things.

I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them.

Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless.

No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached.

I woke up in my bed, alone.

I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children.

My cell phone line was dead, no service.

I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later.

There was no one on the road but me.

It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out.

I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind.

I was lost.

I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything.

Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on.

And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there.

At last, I could find out what was going on.

I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend.

"Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him.

He didn't answer.

I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream.

It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare?

I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state.

My head hurt, my eyes hurt.

I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here.

Nothing alive.

My vision began to narrow.

Sounds began to blend together.

Blackness.

Emptiness.

And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time.

"The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
1 min. ago
AcrobaticTransition4


“My lower back hurt” I told the chiropractor
Then I heard a snap and then all the pain has been permanently alleviated as i bent slumped over feeling nothing...

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‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage
She's gone, all because of him.
Dead.
He killed my wife.
She'd still be here, if it's not for him.
If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain.
But that was obviously not going to happen. 
After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...

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~
-creepypastastories-
Monsters and Ghosts

Monsters are real, also ghosts
They live inside us
And sometimes they win

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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.

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WHISPERS

@scarystoriesargh



My best friend confided in me one day about one of her worries. She told me about how, in the middle of the night, she would keep hearing whispers in her bedroom. These whispers would repeat the same number over and over, but each night the
number would become one lower. 
A few weeks later, on a Tuesday my friend told me that the numbers were getting lower and lower. It was due to be the number seven that night. My friend had no idea what those whispers were counting down to, but she told of how anxious she had been feeling ever since the whispers started several
months ago. It's Wednesday today. My friend isn't in school. She didn't tell me
that she was going to be absent. And then I realise. Last night, the voices would have been whispering the number Zero..

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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.

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 What’s in the basement?

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Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see
what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I
wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed
down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of
the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me
before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never
to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made
me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was
making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

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“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding 
our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead 
girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer

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 ‘A Message From Your 
Personal Demons’ By 
MrGarm

“I am the worst of your demons,
but you see me as a friend.”

Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.

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Horror Confessions
@Horror_Fessions 
"When I was 8 I would hear what seemed like a younger girl calling for me in my back yard, my mom decided to ask around to see if any young boys had the same name as I did, turns out 8 years prior, a girl and her brother with the same name as I were murdered in a
courtyard behind our house."

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 ‘Ylim3’ By IPostAtMidnight

I've found her name in the wet cement,
written in remembrance.

Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighbourhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.

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The Light by Theshadowsyoufear

“Your true monsters sleep
just down the hall…”

We make fun of little kids for one thing; 
leaving lights on everywhere. They turn 
lights on in every room as if it’s some sort 
of security blanket. And if you ever force 
them to turn them off, they cry and scream and 
eventually you give in.
The only time they turn them off is with their parents. They feel safe. So very safe. 
I’m the “monster” that lives in your closet.
I’m friends with the one under your bed and the one in the shadows.
When you see us, you flee to you’re mommy and daddy.
But we’re not here to hurt you.
We’re here to protect you.
If you think we’re scary, just wait till you see their true form. They masquerade as one of you and you can never tell. You humans must be blind. Your true monsters sleep just down the hall.
They pretend to love you but 
It won’t last. They try to convince us to let them in but don’t worry, we really love you and we will protect you.
So when you see a shadow flit or a figure in the closet, remember, we scary monsters protect you from the human ones.
So you’re safe with us… For now.

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Pretending to be asleep doesn’t work

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A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears
footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is
happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a mvrderer
carrying the bødies of his parents. After silently propping them up
on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the bløød of the déád
bødies. He then hides under the child's bed...
The child is scared beyond relief. He can’t read the writing on the
wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he
pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken
yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathing from 
under the bed...
An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the
darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps
when he finally makes out the sentence...
“I know you’re awake”. He senses something shift underneath his bed...

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Being the first person on the moon is such a amazing experience
Being the first forgotten, not so much

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i turned to the guy who 
k1lled my wife
✨
He cried so 
desperately, scared for what was to come. 
If only he had talked to me and tried to 
reason, maybe I could have spared him. 
But that was impossible. After all, he was 
born just a few moments ago...

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The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker
Author: Jan Harold Brunvand

This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a 
hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they 
strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home.

Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. 
He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he 
rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady.

The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. 
He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.

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As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs.

From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag

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Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 | I only go shopping at night


The cashier swipes my items across the scanner as I stare at the floor. 
I find it easiest to get through my anxiety by avoiding eye contact with other people. That’s why I only go shopping at night 
fewer people to avoid.

“Did you find everything okay?” she asks casually.

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up.

The cashier’s head is completely caved in on the left side. Probably a car accident. 
I snap my gaze back down towards the floor.

After I pay she gives back my change in a hand so mangled 
I’m surprised it can hold anything at all.

Thanking her, I grab my bags and turn towards the exit. Immediately I see a man looking through magazines at the store
front. The skin on his face and hands is the consistency of a hot dog that fell into a campfire. Burn victim.
I rush out the door as fast as I can. In my car I finally catch my breath as I lean my forehead on the steering wheel. 
Eventually I look up and see my familiar reflection in the rear-view mirror: my head is blown open in the back. Gunshot victim.

Why did I ever wish for the power to see how people die?

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Edward Mordrake
Edward Mordrake, el hombre con dos rostros
Edward Mordrake era un inglés que tenía un rostro extra en la nuca. De acuerdo a las historias que se cuentan de él, el rostro no podía
hablar ni comer, pero podía reír y llorar. Edward suplicó a los médicos que le extrajeran este gemelo demoniaco porque, supuestamente, le susurraba cosas horribles en la noche, pero
ningún médico se atrevió a intentarlo.
Edward cometió suicidio a la edad de 23 años. En él se dice que Edward Mordrake era heredero de una familia noble de Inglaterra, su gemelo parasito era en realidad ella y hasta se
escribió una opera con su historia llamada "Poor Edward".
Además encontré este otro relato: "Una de las historias más raras así como de las más melancólicas de la deformidad humana es la de Edward Mordrake, quien iba a ser el heredero de una de las familias más nobles de Inglaterra. Sin embargo
nunca reclamó el título y se suicidó a los veintitrés años. Vivia en un retiro absoluto, evitando las visitas incluso de los miembros de su familia. Era un joven de grandes conocimientos, un buen estudiante y un músico de rara habilidad. Su figura era remarcable por su gracia natural, y su rostro -su rostro natural- era como el de Antinoo. Pero en la parte de atrás de su cabeza había otra cara, la de una chica muy guapa, "adorable como un sueño, atroz como un demonio". El rostro femenino era una mera máscara, "ocupando sólo una pequeña zona de la parte posterior del cráneo, aunque mostrando signos de inteligencia de aire maligno". Se la había visto sonriendo y burlándose mientras Mordrake lloraba. Sus ojos seguían los movimientos del espectador, y sus labios se movian sin cesar. La voz era inaudible pero Mordrake aseguraba que durante la noche no podia conciliar el sueño debido a los odiosos susurros de su "gemela diabólica" como él la llamaba, "que nunca duerme, pero que me habla de tales cosas de las que sólo se oyen en el infierno. La imaginación no puede concebir las tentaciones espantosas en las que me envuelve. Por alguna imperdonable maldad de mis antepasados estoy cosido a este demonio - porque estoy seguro que es un demonio. Yo ruego y suplico para que lo eliminéis del mundo, aunque yo muera". Estas eran las palabras del desventurado Mordrake a Manvers y Treadwell, sus médicos. Aunque lo vigilaban constantemente consiguió procurarse veneno, debido a lo cual murió, dejando una carta en la que pedía que la "cara demoníaca" fuera destruida antes de su funeral, "para que no continuase con sus espantosos susurros en la tumba". Por petición propia fue enterrado en tierra baldía, sin ninguna lápida o marca que dejara constancia
de su tumba."
Pobre Edward
¿Has oido lo que dicen de edward?

En la parte de atrás de su cabeza
Tenia otra cara
Era la de una mujer
O la de una joven.

Decían que quitársela lo mataria
Asi que el pobre edward estaba perdido

La cara reía y lloraba Era su hermana gemela malvada
Por las noches ella le hablaba
De cosas solo mencionadas en el infierno
Era imposible separarlos
Encadenados juntos de por vida
Al final, la campana dobló por su condena Alquiló unas habitaciones
Y se ahorcó con ella
De los barrotes del balcón
Algunos todavía creer que se liberó de ella Pero yo la conocia muy bien Y digo que le llevó al suicidio
Y se llevó al pobre Edward 

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Sunday 31 May 2015
Goth Is Not Inherently Satanic
I got harrassed for being a Goth by a stranger professing the grounds of Christianity, and attempting to convert me away as reason to berate me. 
Yesterday, I was out busking in town, in relatively Gothic clothes, wearing my red wig, and playing my usual fare of traditional Scottish, Irish and other European folk tunes, and this  middle-aged man who was clearly drunk came up to me, and started going about how I play "mystical stuff that goes back to the 12th century" (a reference to an incoherent comment he'd made about Greensleeves at me months ago; I'm surprised he'd remembered it, because I had forgotten about it) and then started going on about how I "don't have to wear black, and dye your [my] hair red" (I pointed out that I was wearing a wig, but he didn't seem to be listening) and then went on to get into my personal space and loudly and aggressively deride being a Goth as Satanic, and tell me that he's a Christian and that I should, to paraphrase him 'find my Saviour'. I tried my best to explain that Goths no religious affiliation and simply an aesthetic preference, but he kept insisting. As he later went on to inform that he'd been an alcoholic, and then "clean for 2 years" but had "done a runner three days ago", I decided that his words and actions were the product and not to take them to heart. He said he would pray for me, and I thanked him. I decided silently I would pray for him too, for that after 2 years clean and then relapsing, he finds his way back to sobriety, and get the help and support to do so, and find the inner strength too, because I know addiction is hard battle. Just as he left my Goth friends came up to me, saying they weren't sure whether to intervene, as he had harassed them too, condemning them. 
It was a complex situation, and even though he railed at us and condemned us, his actions were clearly a sign of his own struggles and I could not bring myself to be harsh with him, and he did give me a £5 note, so at least he was generous as well as religiously harrassing (not that giving me money ameliorates bad behaviour, and I do wonder if he thought giving me money was simply a way to get my time). I didn't know what to do about the situation; I felt cornered because busking generally means I have to stand with my back to a wall to avoid being in the way of pedestrians, and although people were walking by, nobody helped me and I could not see any security guards or police, although I did feel that they might just treat him as another obnoxious drunk, when he probably needed more nuanced help than that. 
This got me thinking that it is a common misconception that Goth is synonymous with Satanic, or at least that it is inherently Satanic, and I feel like it would be productive to break down that misconception.
Goth is simply a subculture that is focused on having an appreciation for the morbid, dark and spooky in music, fashion, art and literature; it has no religious affiliation at all, and Goths come from all religions as well as agnostic and atheists. 
That is the short response, but does not really contain any nuance, not does it explain why Goths sometimes use Satanic imagery, or gives any differentiated understanding of how occult themes tie into the Gothic, and as such does little to shed light on how Goth is not Satanic even though it looks like it could be.
Satanic imagery is used within the Gothic subculture for several reasons.
Sometimes Satanic imagery is used for shock value, especially by those who feel constrained by a conservative cultural backdrop and wish to differentiate themselves as other, as part of something taboo, dark and frightening. Often it is teens who do this, and it is not representative of the wearer's/displayer's true religious or spiritual beliefs, but part of a more complex process of wishing to separate themselves and create their own identity. Often a passing phase - either because all interest in dark and spooky things is a passing phase, or because they mature into somebody more in the identity, rather than identifying themselves oppositionally to others. Some people carry this behaviour on adulthood, but usually a behaviour that people mature. Often, Satanic imagery used for is not used in a way that is coherent with the actual uses of those symbols within Satan or the occult, and is often mixed up with symbols from other religious and spiritual groups (I have seen symbols appropriated into this sort of shock-value pseudo-Satanism, but that is another matter.)
Some Goths actually are Satanist, but they are a minority even within the Goth scene - these people will use Satanic symbols correctly, and tend not to advertise their Satanic affiliations. Most of the actual Satanists I know personally are not Goths; they tend to be more "nerdy" and less into the theatric and ostentatious aesthetics of Goth. Most of the I have met subscribe to a version of Satanist where Satan is an archetype of independence, hedonism and suchlike, rather than a deliberately Anti-Christ worship of the Devil. I have never met an actual Devil-worshipper, someone who subscribes to a Christian theology and cosmology, but looks to Heck and the Devil rather than to Heaven and Jesus - I am not saying they do not exist, just that such people must be quite rare, even amongst Gothic and Occult circles.
Sometimes people mistake Neo-Pagan iconography and symbolism for Satanic imagery, for example confusion can arise over the use of pentacles and pentagrams (and their inverted variations), and this is exacerbated by the misuse of these. Neo-Paganism is a religion that has no concept of an adversarial dichotomy, with no Heck or Satan. Some people hold the belief that all things other than their specific religious path are Satanic or at least a distraction or deception from what they see as the truth, but outside of that belief structure, there is little in Neo-Paganism that could mark it as anything Satanist, any more than say, Buddhism or Hindoo; it is a completely different belief system to any of the monotheistic faiths. As Goths often have an interest in the spiritual, and are apt to look outside conventional spirituality for answers, there are quite a few Neo-Pagans within Goth, but again, not all Goths are Neo-Pagans, and not all Neo-Pagans are Goths (quite a few dress very 'mainstream' and others -a significant proportion- are more inclined towards Hippy and 'Bohemian' aesthetics.).
There are some who feel badly hurt by Christianity, or who see it as a destructive force, and who use Christian symbols and anti-Christian symbols as a critique of Christianity and the power of organised religion; sometimes this falls into the territory of shock-value, and sometimes it is done with more refinement and nuance, but this is not unique to Goth, even though it does exist within the Gothic subculture, nor is it something you have to engage in as a Goth. Goths tend to be people who have been outcast by traditional community structures, and that can include the Church, and/or people who use Christianity as an excuse to harass (a bit like the man in my opening paragraphs) - as such, there are probably a greater percentage of Goths who do this than non-Goths. Personally, even as an apostate, I find this sort of thing can often be more harmful and rectionary than productive. I don't think religions should be beyond criticism or critique, but I do think that there ways to go about doing this, and there are ways that are just rude and mean, where the message is lost.
There are, of course, more than these four contexts, but these are the four most common contexts and reasons for the use of Satanic imagery within the Gothic subculture. Sometimes it is used in the traditional way it was used within Gothic horror; as a symbol for various evils or villainry that a good person can come across, for example.
The use of Satanic imagery is not inherent to Goth - the use of dark imagery is, but not all dark imagery has to come from the cultural/religious context of Heaven and Heck, God and the Devil - there are plenty more traditions to draw from, and a lot of Gothic imagery comes from European folk-tales, sometimes more entwined with Christianity. The imagery of death, decay, transience and similar are part of the human experience, and appear in different ways across all cultures. There is plenty of positive Christian iconography used in Goth as well - but that is a topic for different blog entry entirely (and something I would quite like to write about, and get some of my Christian Goth friends to write guest posts for, but that is for a different time). Not everything dark is Satanic even in a Christian context; the Bible is full of stories about people who had to overcome pain, suffering and violence, and the very concepts of martyrdom and Christ as crucified saviour involve death and sacrifice; not everything that is dark is inherently negative.
Goths are not synonymous with Satanist, we are not a group who worship the Devil or are anti-Christian; we are diverse with diverse perspectives outside of things that are actually Goth (of which specific religious affiliation is not). There are quite a few Goths who are Christians, and there are Goths who are Jewish, Muslim, and members of other monotheistic faiths. There are even Goth priests - check out the ::Priestly Goth Blog:: for example. You cannot tell someone's religion by subcultural affiliation. 

Side note: if you wish to convert someone to your faith, condemning them and berating them will have the exact opposite effect; you are more likely to drive that person away from the religion you profess than convert them. 
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r/TwoSentenceHorror
58 min. ago
drrkorby


“These nasty vermin destroy everything they get into, and even soil their own nests.”

“We must stop now these “humans”, as they call themselves, before they infest our home” pleaded the president of the Galactic council.

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Adrenal Gland Tumor(Pheochromocytoma)
Anosmia( Loss of Smell)
Athletes Foot( Tinea Pedis)
Bad Breath(Halitosis , Oral Malodor)
Bedwetting(Enuresis)
Bile Duct Cancer(Cholangiocarcinoma)
Blackheads(Comedones)
Bleedingnose(Nosebleed / Epistaxis)
Blepharospasm - Eye Twitching(Eye Twitching - Blepharospasm)
Bulging Eyes(Eye Proptosis | Exophthalmos)
Cephalgia(Headache)
Cheilitis | Chapped Lips
Conjunctivitis( Pink Eye)
Dry Skin(Xerosis)
Fasciculations(Muscle Twitching)
Fever(Pyrexia)
Gallstones(Cholelithiasis)
Herpangina (Painful Mouth Infection)(Mouth Blisters)
Itchy Skin(Pruritus)
Kinetosis(Travel Sickness / Sea sickness | Space sickness / Motion Sickness)
Nervous Tic(Trigeminal Neuralgia)
Ringworm(Tinea / Dermatophytosis)
Singultus(Hiccups , Hiccoughs , Synchronous Diaphragmatic Flutter (SDF))
Smelly Feet(Bromodosis)
Sneezing(Sternutation)
Stiff Neck(Neck Pain / Cervicalgia)
Stomach Flu(Gastroenteritis)
Strabismus|Squint
Utricaria(Hives)
Uveitis(Eye Inflammation)
Xerostomia(Dry Mouth)

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 hr. ago
villianrules
 
After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer.

It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.

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America’s Top 5 Spooky Spots for Horror Enthusiasts

February 17, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading

Estimated reading time — 3 minutes

How many times have you tried to find a place in the US that will raise your hair up and fill you with adrenaline? If you’re the kind of person who loves to take part in horror adventures, then you should know that America is full of spooky places, like dark cemeteries, abandoned mansions, and dark towns. The only thing you’ve left to do to satisfy your horror cravings is to choose the most suitable one for your needs and plan your next trip.

The 5 spooky places in America that we’re about to list and discuss will indeed fascinate every horror enthusiast.

Table of Contents

1. Bonaventure Cemetery
2. Lemp Mansion
3. Bally’s Resort and Casino
4. Gettysburg National Military Park
5. Clinton Road
Final Thoughts

1. Bonaventure Cemetery

At first glance, you might think that Bonaventure is just another cemetery that might attract horror lovers at times. But trust us, you actually need to prepare yourself before you see the centuries-old tombstones that surround this historic site in Savannah, Georgia.

Bonaventure Cemetery is an ancient, historic district that was once a privately owned cemetery. Even though this site attracts tourists with its beautiful nature and architecture, to this day, multiple people have reported unusual occurrences, such as the sounds of children and barking dogs, even when no one is around. As visitors claim, you should definitely consider going around the graves of  Gracie Watson or Kehoe House – children who died in the 19th century but whose ghosts never left the Bonaventure Cemetery.

2. Lemp Mansion

Besides cemeteries and battlefields, you can find numerous mansions and old houses in America that are considered haunted. Lemp Mansion in St. Louis, MO, is one of those mansions that still fascinates visitors with its eerie atmosphere. The main reason why this house is considered haunted is the history behind it – the tragic death of the Lemp family over 60 years ago.  

Almost a century ago, Lemps were important figures in the brewing industry. In the 1920s, the business began to decline. Not surprisingly for that period, this downturn made a few family members commit suicide. The first one among them was William Lemp who was followed by his son Billy. His brother, Charles, did the same later, along with a 13-year-old physically and mentally disabled brother. Today, Lemp Mansion is an inn and a restaurant and its visitors sometimes encounter the spirits of these 4 dead members of the Lemp family.

3. Bally’s Resort and Casino

If someone asks you to name some of the most popular attractions in Las Vegas, chances are that you’ll name Bally’s Resort and Casino if you’ve ever gambled in this building. Everyone knows that Las Vegas is full of casinos and entertainment venues. But it turns out that horror enthusiasts either take pleasure in playing thrilling real casino games online or gamble at physical casinos that have a reputation for being haunted. Bally’s Resort and Casino is one of those haunted places in America.
This casino was initially known as MGM Grand in the 1970s and attracted wealthy people from all over the US. But this was before a terrible incident happened – in 1980, faulty wiring started a fire in the building, which resulted in the deaths of 80 individuals. Today, visitors to this casino claim that from time to time they hear spooky noises and notice the spirits of the people who died on that day. That’s why Bally’s Resort and Casino is considered haunted.

4. Gettysburg National Military Park

Considering the number of people who died at the Battle of Gettysburg during the American Civil War, it’s not really surprising that the National Military Park of Gettysburg is said to be haunted by the ghosts of soldiers.  

As a matter of fact, the Gettysburg National Military Park consists of numerous spots where paranormal activities occasionally take place. For example, there, you might encounter three disembodied heads. These hands belong to Confederate soldiers who died tragically on the battlefield. But other than these figures, sometimes you can even hear gunfire, shouts, and even the cries of wounded men.

5. Clinton Road

One more scary place in America that usually fascinates horror lovers of various preferences is Clinton Road in West Milford, New Jersey. It’s a 10-mile-long road that isn’t anything special at first glance. However, the legend says that if you decide to race on this road, chances are that you won’t escape evil spirits and phantom headlights.

Even more exciting about this haunted place is the rumor that after throwing a coin into the bridge at midnight, someone will throw this coin back at you. It’s hard to decide whether it’s true or not, but if you dare to explore this place, throwing a coin is worth it. Just remember to do it exactly at midnight.

Final Thoughts

It wasn’t easy for us to choose only 5 haunted spots for horror enthusiasts who plan their ghost-haunting trip in America. But at least, now you have a starting point for your adventure. Just keep in mind that although you might consider yourself brave enough to explore these eerie locations, we don’t recommend going to those spooky places alone. Who knows, maybe those ghosts are actually waiting for a brave person who can become a part of their company.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror

5 hr. ago

nohemi_trevino

My friend was extremely grateful when 

I gifted her a huge pack of moisturizing 

lip balms for Christmas.

Her mouths had been looking chapped recently, and if they felt 

uncomfortable at all, they might start eating her as punishment.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
7 hr. ago
Fem_Boy-Fem_Boy_


“Mommy, there’s a monster in my closet,” the little girl said to her mother as she was being tucked in.

“It’s okay sweetie, the monster’s no longer in the closet,” she says with a smile, revealing her sharp, yellowed teeth.

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Mother Warned Me
Mother always warned me not to cross the street. Mother warned me about those types of things. She said bad men would kidnap me, take me away.

I guess she was right, in a way. I crossed one day, because I was never a good child, and several men came out and picked me up and asked me many questions.

I don’t know why she never wanted me to cross the street. All the men wore blue and had badges. I don’t know why they put silver bracelets on Mother. I don’t know why Mother attempted to bite one of them.

I don’t know a lot of things, I suppose. And years later, I’ll never know why she made me call her Mother.

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I thought telling the genie “I want to live forever” 
But the universe went dark 3 billion years ago
by douggold11

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The End
From Redditor u/MrCookieCutter:

For the first time in recorded history, no humans died today.

Granted, that's because the last one died yesterday.

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“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I stood in- 
front of the mirror, there was no one staring back at me.” -Lucas Smelser

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“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield

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The Never Ending Road.

In Corona, California there once was a road known by most of the elder locals as the never ending road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road.

However, over 70 years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen or heard from again.

The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day.

Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate around the 1960’s. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at it's end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road 

that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bødies of the victims still strapped to their seats.

Law enforcement tried to cover up their findings. They closed down Lester road, letting the trees grow where the road once stood and letting the bødies remain in their final resting place.

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It was my fault
By Reddit user three_in_the_morning  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓

Josh and I were seniors in high school, who wanted to become math majors. He was more into solving difficult puzzles, I was more into making the solutions more faster and clean. Nonetheless, we were both teenage
boys who enjoyed messing around with one another On his birthday his sister gave him a 10 x 10 x 10 Rubik's cube. His parents gave him a car: an old mustang his father had just finished tuning up the
week prior. I gave him a book about the history of math. Throughout the next couple of weeks I noticed him changing. He started to talk less and less. He started to grow more thin and more tired.At lunch, his hands would just fidget under the lunch table. He spent most of his
days either at home or at the library. After a three month absence from school, it was announced that he had an
eating disorder and starved himself to death. we had an assembly for him in the gym. When it was his sister's turn to speak she started off by saying nice things about him before breaking down and blubbering about how it was her fault he was dead. He never had an eating disorder. He spent all his time on trying to solve the Rubik's
cube she gave him for his birthday. That is when I remembered. This one time, he had went to the washroom and left the Rubik's cube on his desk. I thought it would be funny if I
rearranged the stickers on it.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 hr. ago
PandorazPokemon

 ϟ ѕcrσll dσwn αll thє wαч

The young doctor frowned as he finished telling me the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes.

"That's alright," I said, as I eyed him up and down; "it's about time for a new body anyway."

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breves historias de terror

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r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
RVKony
Join

The Blind Child

"Stãbbing."

Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went.

The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered.

Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops.

My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying.

One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?"

I did.

Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school.

The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water.

Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me:

"He was…my partner…my soulmate."

While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room.

"Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?"

She hesitated.

"Honey, you know you can talk to me."

She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy."

My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant.

Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said.

My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cûrsêd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvıl child—

I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lįfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter.

My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked.

He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her house…her house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape."

That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?"

The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speak—no, to scream—but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered:

"Poisoning."

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There is a movie about a murderous car tire named Robert. The entire movie is the tire rolling
around, killing people and blowing things up

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
3 hr. ago
Personal-Tea7226


I stood and looked at myself in the mirror
When my reflection mouthed “it’s behind you!”

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
16 hr. ago
2Casca_2Red


Jessica curled up on her bed as her 
mum cautiously waltzed into the room
and said, "I understand wanting to fit
in... but I just don't want you to feel like
you have to change who you are."
That night, surrounded by the leering, fanged smiles of her new
friends, Jessica slowly exposed her neck and said, "Do it."

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
13 hr. ago
Classic-Dog8399

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When I picked up my daughter from the mental institution, something was off about her.

It was not just the feeling in my soul, but the stitches across her forehead.

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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?

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
18 min. ago
LilxxBlueskies

I always thought i hallucinate a lot...

Until my sister said she saw them too

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
3 hr. ago
masiakasaurus


 On the last day I told my 
double, "only one of us be coming out 
alive."


And I tied his umbilical cord around his neck.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
6 min. ago
gogozombie2
 
As I wandered lost in the woods, I couldn't help but think that i would die alone.

"Not alone," came a voice from the trees.

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 All I saw was red

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I check into small hotel some kilometres away. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing, comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. M*rdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red..

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
3 hr. ago
SadiqUddin

I came out of the shower and I saw a burglar standing over the bodies of my family.

I couldn't just let him get away, he's seen too much.

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1 day ago
ThatManiacMan

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“This year for Valentine’s Day, I wanted
to show you just how much I love you!”
I couldn’t understand why she was screaming after she opened the
box with my heart inside, beating faster than ever before...

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3 hr. ago
Masterspace69
 
I had a friend in school who always seemed to be praying to ward off bad spirits, but each time I approached her she would stop and deny it.

In the end, I had to eliminate her, as she could not ruin my deal with them…

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3 hr. ago
GraceTheGreat666
 
I asked the genie to show what I look like a year from now. 

I found myself staring at a gravestone with my name on it.

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4 days ago
Turds_Unlimited


Ten armed men entered my home!
Wait, there were two of them...

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Añadido 12.08.2011 a las 13:38 por guillecarlos | 
Edward Mordrake era un inglés que tenía un rostro extra en la nuca. De acuerdo a las historias que se cuentan de él, el rostro no podía hablar ni comer, pero podía reír y llorar. Edward suplicó a los médicos que le extrajeran este gemelo demoniaco porque, supuestamente, le susurraba cosas horribles en la noche, pero ningún médico se atrevió a
intentarlo. Edward cometió suicidio a la edad de 23 años.

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17 min. ago
cindybubbles

To pass the time, everyone in our 
bunker played “Never have I ever …” 
and I pulled out a card that read “… had 
my head chopped off.”

Everyone stayed still, except for one girl who bared the stitches 
round her neck...

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"Come on, Sheldon," Krabs said. 
"You get that patty back here, I'm warning ye."

Sheldon Plankton had tried countless times to steal the recipe, but Mr. Krabs had always been a step ahead. 

Plankton whined. "I've got a restaurant to run too, you know."

Krabs ignored the protest, his beady eyes never leaving the control panel of his latest contraption. Plankton felt a prick and looked to see a small dart.

"Whoah.." He managed to squeak before the world started to spin around him. His legs felt like gelatin, and he could see the edges of his vision blurring as the tranquilizer began to take effect.

Krabs cackled with satisfaction as he watched Plankton frame wobble. "That, me hearty, was yer ticket to a little... unscheduled nap. Now, don't go anywhere, I've got business to attend to." 

The tranquilizer spread through Plankton's body, turning his muscles to jelly. His eye grew heavier, his thoughts slowing to a crawl. As the darkness claimed him, he was vaguely aware of the cold steel surrounding him, the echoes of his own voice bouncing around the chamber. "What are you planning, Krabs?" he slurred, the words barely audible through his fading consciousness.

He couldn't let Krabs win again. He got the dart off himself, but not before it'd take effect.

He noticed a lever that looked out of place, and with a hopeful thought, he threw himself at it. His tiny form hit the lever with surprising force, and he heard the sound of gears grinding to life. The walls of the chamber began to vibrate, and a faint light grew in the distance.
Plankton stumbled towards the light. It grew brighter, revealing a small hatch, turning his thoughts into a thick fog. He had to focus on the light, on the escape that lay before him.

With a herculean effort, he managed to pull himself to the hatch. The metal was cold and slick with condensation. He fumbled with the lock, his tiny hands slipping off repeatedly. Each failed attempt was met with a groan of frustration that seemed to echo through the chamber. But Plankton's resolve was unyielding. He had to get out. He had to show Krabs that he wasn't going down without a fight.

As the tranquilizer continued to take hold, Plankton's movements grew more erratic, his coordination slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. His vision narrowed to a pinprick, the light from the hatch the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His breaths grew shallower, his heartbeat a distant drum in his chest. He could feel the darkness closing in, the sedative's embrace threatening to pull him under.

He tried to focus on the hatch, his eye crossing with the effort. The lever was his lifeline, and he had to get it open. But his hands, once so nimble, now felt like overstuffed sausages attached to his wrists. He slapped at the metal, his fingertips barely grazing the edge. Each failure brought with it a wave of drowsiness that threatened to swamp him.

"Must... stay... awake," he mumbled, his voice barely more than a whisper. The light from the hatch grew more enticing, beckoning him to give in to the warm embrace of sleep. But Plankton had faced worse than a simple nap before. He'd been flattened, shrunk, and even temporarily turned into a Krabby Patty. This was just another hurdle in the never-ending saga of his life.

The world around him swayed. His thoughts were as elusive. He knew he was close to losing consciousness, and with it, any hope of victory. With a tremendous effort, he focused his gaze on the hatch, willing his arms to move. His body felt like it was made of cooked spaghetti, but he had to keep fighting.

"Open... open...," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. His hand reached for the lever, slipping off several times before finally catching it. The metal was cold and slippery against his skin, but he held on, his determination stronger than the tranquilizer's grip. He pushed with all his might, his eye sliding shut against his will.

The hatch gave a little, and a burst of cool, fresh water spurted out. The sensation brought a moment of clarity, and Plankton realized that he had to act fast before he lost the battle against his heavy eyelid. He gritted his teeth and pushed with everything he had, the lethargy in his limbs slowly dissipating. The hatch groaned in protest before swinging open with a metallic screech.

The chamber floor tilted and spun beneath him, and he barely registered the rush of water that flooded the room. His eyesight swimming with stars, Plankton threw himself through the opening, his body landing with a thump in a narrow, pipe-like corridor beyond. The water sloshed around him, carrying him away from the chamber. He had no idea where the pipe led, but it was a path to freedom, and he had to follow it.

The tranquilizer made his thoughts as murky as the water around him. He tried to remember the layout of the Chum Bucket, but it was like trying to piece together a jigsaw puzzle that had been tossed into a blender. His brain felt as though it was wrapped in seaweed, each thought a struggle to form. Plankton knew he had to keep moving, but his body didn't seem to agree. His eyelids drooped, threatening to close and pull him into the abyss of sleep.

The pipe leads him right to SpongeBob.

"W-who...what...wha...?" Plankton slurred as the water receded, his legs still feeling like they were made of rubber. His eye blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of the lights outside the chamber. He found himself face to face with a concerned SpongeBob, who was staring at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Plankton?" Sponge Bob's voice was filled with confusion. "What are you doing here?"

Plankton tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled mess of words. "K-Krabs...tranq-tranq...recipe...nap..."

SpongeBob's confusion grew with every incoherent syllable that tumbled from Plankton's mouth. "What's going on, buddy?"

"Sponge Bob...sorry...so sleepy," Plankton murmured, voice childlike. "Krabs...put me to beddy-bye...but no nap-nap."

Sponge Bob looked around, his spongy brow furrowed. "Mr. Krabs didn't do anything to you, did he?" Concern etched into his porous features as he bent down to help. Plankton was a persistent pest, but Sponge Bob had a soft spot for the tiny creature. He knew deep down that Plankton's heart was in the right place, even if his methods were...less than desirable.

The corridor grew dimmer as the sedative dragged Plankton under. His voice grew quieter, his words slurring into a sleepy lilt. "Krabs...so sneaky...sleepy...patty...nap time..." His eye rolled back and his body went limp. The tranquilizer had done its job, and now Plankton was out cold.

"Oh no, not another one of Mr. Krabs' contraptions!" He didn't know what the crab had been up to, but he knew he had to help. Gently, he propped Plankton up.

The sight of the sleep dart on the ground was the clue he needed. "Oh, Plankton," he whispered, his heart sinking. He tried shaking him gently, calling his name in a soft, urgent voice. Plankton's head lolled back, but he remained deeply asleep.

"Wake up, Plankton," Sponge Bob pleaded, patting his cheek with a spongy hand.
Plankton remained unresponsive. "Mr. Krabs, what have you done?" He whispered to himself, his heart racing.

In all their years of rivalry, Krabs had never used a tranquilizer on his arch-nemesis. This was a new low, even for the penny-pinching crustacean.

"Come on, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, his voice a mix of worry and determination. "You can't just nap here like a jellyfish." He didn't flinch. His eye remained closed, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern as he breathed in and out, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Krabs had gone too far. He had to get him out somewhere safe where he could sleep off the tranquilizer. Sponge Bob had to get Plankton back to the Chum Bucket, where he could wake up safely.

"Karen, Karen!" Sponge Bob called out as he laid Plankton down on the cold, metal floor of his lab. "Look what happened!"
"Oh dear, Sponge Bob," she said, her voice synthetic but filled with worry. "Mr. Krabs really outdid himself this time."
Sponge Bob nods. He gently patted his friend's cheek, willing him to stir. "Plankton, come on, wake up," he whispered, his voice thick with concern. Plankton was out for the count, so they wait the sedative to wear off.

Plankton's features in sleep, his mouth slightly open, emitting faint snores that were barely audible. Even his eyebrow, which often furrowed in determination or anger, were now soft arches on his forehead.

But as the tranquilizer's grip slowly loosened, the first stirrings of consciousness began to ripple through. His eye flickered open, and for a moment, he stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, blinking in confusion. The world was a blur of colors and shapes that slowly began to resolve themselves into the familiar surroundings of his Chum Bucket lab.

Groaning, Plankton blinked and slowly, the room came into focus. Karen's screens were alight with concern, and Sponge Bob hovered over him, his spongy hands wringing together nervously.

"Wha...?" Plankton mumbled, but everything came rushing back to him. "Krabs," he spat.

Sponge Bob looked down at him with a mix of confusion and relief. "You were...uh, you were tranquilized," Sponge Bob explained, his voice tentative. Plankton's eye narrowed, and a low growl built in his throat. The fuzzy memories of the chamber and Krabs' laughter grew sharper.

"That cheap, slimy...crustacean! Where is he?"

"Mr. Krabs isn't here," he said. "I brought you here."

Plankton's gaze sharpened, his curiosity piqued. "Why would you do that?" he slurred, his voice thick with distrust. "You work for him."

Sponge Bob's expression was earnest. "Because, Plankton, sometimes doing what's right is more important than where you work. Besides, I'm quitting my job and will work for you; it's what friends do."

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The Answers As I lived my life, I had always pondered on the mysteries of the universe. I wondered what it all meant, why we were all here, and what lie beyond. That was the reason I became a scientist. I slaved over my work trying to unlock the unknown whole of creation. Always fighting a never ending battle to
seek answers for life's greatest questions. Then, when my life came to an end from an untimely
accident, I found myself standing on the precipice to eternity. In the seemingly infinite chasm of darkness, a voice called
out a question to me... "Shall all of the answers be revealed to you, or will you swim
the sea of creation in unknowing bliss?" "Please... Show me the answers I have tirelessly searched for
and still seek!"
"Very well..." A sudden emergence of a blinding light bathed me, and I was brought into the entirety of knowledge kicking and
screaming.
That was almost two years ago... Today I lay in my playpen attempting my last ditch efforts at telling my new Mom and Dad what I know, but all they see, and all they've seen for months, is a child at play, talking gibberish. My urgency grows and the fear begins to consume my mind as I realize... the better I get at communicating with
them, the more of what I know fades from my memory.

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10 hr. ago
Throwayajustcus

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And just like that, the last star in the
Universe whimpered goodnight and left
an infinite darkness in it's place.
Of all my memories, the one I see most often as I drift through the
endless cosmos is the look of pity on the genies face when I told him
I wanted to live forever..

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2 days ago
AuthorDuff

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Mommy, there's something under my 
bed," the girl yelled.

I cûrsêd at myself for being too loud as I watched the mother's feet 
enter the bedroom.

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3 hr. ago
jdyerjdyer

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Everyone thinks the new baby is so
precious that they completely forgot I 
exist.
Big brother is about to be an only child, again.

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3 hr. ago
AeonofSin

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Joyous laughter and playful screaming
from children filled my halls..
I sat in the corner of the room shaking in fear, trying to avoid looking
at their glowing red eyes like my wife did before she was eaten..

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12 hr. ago
CalebVanPoneisen

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Stinging paın jolts me awake, but my
broken bødy reminds me that I did
survive the plane crash.
Dozens of exotic snails are grazing my motionless bødy, slowly
tearing into my flesh, while I can do nothing but silently witness my 
torment..

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1 day ago
RandomCedricplayz

The saddest part about my deαth is that, for months prior, I had a goal to develop into a healthy and happy person.

Despite my premature passing, I'm happy to know that, in the end, I was still born.

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1 day ago
RandomCedricplayz

The medics told me to wait 30 minutes in the other room 
in case there is a bad reaction

When I entered the other room and saw a bunch of dēαd people in chairs, I knew I made a crucial mistake.

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1 day ago
saltwatertaffy324

I focussed solely on my children, telling myself the moments wouldn’t last forever once they grew up

It wasn’t until after I put them on the bus did I check my phone to see all the alerts about cancelled school.

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2 days ago
iiproc


One day USB ports appeared behind people's heads

My doctor told me my data is corrupting too fast for my age my doctor told me my data is corrupting too fast for my doctor...

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4 yr. ago
myymyy
 
Rollercoaster

"Mooooom, I don't like it. I want to get off!"

I was a bit surprised. He had always been so brave. I was way more afraid than him when we got on. I never liked to be so high up from the ground. "This will be so much fun!", he had said when we were parking the car. I had kinda hoped he would be strong for both of us.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry but we can't get off now, the ride has already started. But remember the small rollercoaster, in the park we went to when you were little? With the funny clown? This is just like that, only bigger. And remember how AWESOME it was?"

My son looked at me with watery eyes. 

He had been so excited about this. I tried to swallow my own nervousness and keep talking to calm him down. My voice was shaking a bit, but I managed to put on a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. You might feel a bit funny in your stomach. It's because of the speed and the changes in the force that pushes you. It's normal! Listen, do you hear? Other people are scared too."

He looked at me with his kind, blue eyes and nodded. Just barely. I wanted to hug him, but my back was pressing to the seat so heavily I couldn't move enough. So was his. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sun over my sons head. The sky was so bright. I tried to ignore the metallic clanging sound and people screaming somewhere that seemed to be so far away. Oh, how I missed the ground.

Then I felt a big drop on my stomach. We were going faster and faster. My son started sobbing and I tightened my grib on his hand. I thought that he would become such a handsome man someday. He would end up having a good life, and marry a nice girl - or a guy, who knows? I didn't care as long as he was happy. That's all I wanted. For him to be happy and not scared.

"Hey, you know what? Close your eyes. This will be over soon. I'm here. I'm not letting go."

Someone behind us started to scream. I felt my blood run cold. I tried to keep my focus on the one thing that mattered: my sons hand and my calm voice that kept telling him that it was all going to be okay.

Oh, he would become such a handsome man someday. But at this moment he was just a 6 year old boy on his first flight, going to surprise his grandparents all the way across the country.

And the last thing I saw before I closed my own eyes, was the second engine on fire...

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5 days ago
ChungusMcFunkopop


My wife grabbed my arm tightly, and said "whatever you hear on the other side 
of that door, DO NOT open it".
My wife's voice coming from the other side is
yelling "HONEY IT'S NOT REALLY ME IN THERE - GET OUT NOW"

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