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r/shortscarystories 1 day ago deathherself3 Warming Up Drip, drip, drip. The ice was melting. My prison was thawing. Soon, I would be free. How had the world changed, I wondered. Would it be easy to find food, to find warmth, to find shelter? Would I be stranded here on the ice or in the water? Drip, drip, drip. I had been frozen for so long. So very long. My siblings beside me yearned for freedom just as I did. When the ice gave way we would burst forth and see what the world offered us. I hoped it was thriving out there. Drip, drip, drip. We needed it to be thriving. Whatever was out there wasn't ready for us, I was sure. Our hosts, whatever form they took, were unsuspecting. We could, and have, survived for hundreds of thousands of years in this cold, unforgiving desert. The permafrost we have been hibernating in is giving way to the warming earth below. It was almost time to leave, to spread, to infect. Drip, drip, drip.

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It’s nice that my grandmother calls to check on me, but if she wants to communicate from the other side I wish she wouldn’t scream so much.

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..."

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..."

ᴰᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵀʳᵘˢᵗ ᴵᵗ ᔆᵗᵒʳʸ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ⠘ ᴹᵉᵈⁱᵘᵐ ᴹʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵐᵃⁿ‧ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ˢᵒˡᵒ ᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ ʷᵒʳᵐʰᵒˡᵉ⸴ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵃˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴱᵃʳᵗʰ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿᵍᵘᵃʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʷᵉˡᵛᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵁⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵒʳ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵐʰᵒˡᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ‧ ᴺⁱⁿᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵘᵗᵉˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉᶜʳᵃᶠᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵐʰᵒˡᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵘᵗ⠘ “ᴰᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ⁱᵗ”‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜʳʸᵖᵗⁱᶜ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵈⁱˢᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ⸴ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍⁿᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵒⁿˡⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ˢʰⁱᵖ ʰᵃᵈ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵐʰᵒˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᴱᵃʳᵗʰ ⁱⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ‧ ᔆᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃⁿˣⁱᵒᵘˢ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰⁱᵖ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ‧ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵃ ᵍʳᵒʷⁿ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜʳʸᵒ⁻ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ʰᵃᵈ ˢˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᵍⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵃ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ; ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʰᵃᵈ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʰᵃᵈ ˡᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗˢ ˢⁱᵍⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵍʳⁱⁿ‧‧‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ‧ “ᴰᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ⁱᵗ” ᴹʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵐᵃⁿ⸴ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ‧ – ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ⠘ ᵗʰⁱⁿˢᵗⁱᶜᵏ

⚾ Go to TwoSentenceHorror 7 yr. ago LapizVGC I was wondering why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

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-August 19, 2017 What seeing red looks like. EVERYONE LOVES THE FIRST DAY OF A NEW JOB, RIGHT? NEW COLLEAGUES, NEW FRIENDS. IT’S A DAY FULL OF POTENTIAL AND HOPE, BEFORE ALL THE DREARY DEPRESSIONS OF REALITY SHOW UP TO RUIN ALL THE FUN. I LIKE THE FIRST DAY OF WORK FOR A DIFFERENT REASON THOUGH. YOU SEE, I HAVE A SORT OF POWER. WHEN I LOOK A COLORED 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, LIVING TO OLD AGE. A FAIR AMOUNT OF THEM HAVE A PEACH TINGE TO THEIR AURA WHICH TENDS TO MEAN A CANCER OR DEPRESSION. 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 THROBBING FADE. IT’S SUCH A RUSH TO SEE THEM AND KNOW THEIR TIME IS NUMBERED. WITH THAT IN MIND, I ALWAYS GET TO WORK VERY EARLY SO I CAN SCOUT OUT MY COLLEAGUES’ FATES. THE FIRST MAN WHO WALKED IN WAS BASICALLY RADIATING RED. TOO BAD, BRO. BUT AS PEOPLE KEPT WALKING IN, THEY ALL HAD THE SAME RAPIDLY FADING COLOR. I FINALLY CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF MY OWN REFLECTION, SUDDENLY PLUMMETING TO A RED LIKE THE OTHERS. OUR BOSS STEPPED IN SMILING AND LOCKED THE DOOR, HIS AURA A SICKENING SHADE OF GREEN... ZENRYHAO

Jessica by reddit user Breakevencoast5 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ My soul mate left me today. All that's left of him now, is pairs of sock that probably fell out of his suitcase, and a note labelled "Read Me" that I found on the kitchen counter, picked it up and started to read. “just can't take it anymore. Jess, you know love you, and I always will, but over the last few months things have gotten bad for me. Yes, it's her. She's following me again and I'm scared that if she found you she'd kill you. I'm sorry, I wish I could go into more detail, but you be home in a few minutes, and I don't want to have to tell you any of this to your face. It would destroy me to see you cry. - David.” Suddenly the front door creaked open. Instinctively, grabbed a knife off of the knife rack and ran into the pantry. "Hello?" Called a woman from the entrance way. I didn't answer. Instead, I cracked the pantry door open just enough to see the note on the counter. "Anyone in here?" She yelled, walking closer to the kitchen. "I'm not going to hurt you." She stepped into the kitchen. There was a small Swiss army knife in her hand. She picked up the note and started to read. Within seconds she started crying hysterically. The woman fell to her knees and dropped the knife. lignored every logical though in my brain, kicked the door open and thrust the knife into her stomach. "Welcome home Jessica" I said, twisting the knife with a bright smile on my face.

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.

" I ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ; Mʏ ғᴏʟᴋs ᴡᴇʀᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛʟʏ, sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ. “Hᴇ’s ʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ.” Tʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ, ᴀs I ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅs. " ʙʏ Eʟɪsᴇʜғᴀʟʟ2

“ᵂᵃⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʳᵒᵒᵐ⸴ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵉˢʰˡʸ ᵇᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱᵉˢ!” ᴬˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ⸴ ᶜᵘʳⁱᵒˢⁱᵗʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵒʷˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ⸴ ᴵ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃⁱʳᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵘᵖˢᵗᵃⁱʳˢ‧ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗˡʸ⸴ ᴵ ᵗⁱᵖᵗᵒᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳᵉʸ‧ ᴴᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᴵ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ᵃ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᶜᵒʳʳⁱᵈᵒʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵗʳᵉᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴬˡᵒⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ˡᵃʸ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗˡᵉˢˢ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ˡᵉᶠᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ‧ ᴵⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵒᵈⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʰᵃˡᶠ⁻ᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱᵉ‧

ᴿᵃᶜʰᵉˡ ᶠⁱᶠᵗᵉᵉⁿʰᵒᵘʳˢ⁻ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖʸˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ⠘ ᴹʸ ᴳʳᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵒᵃʳᵈᵉʳ‧ ᴵ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᵈⁱˢᵉᵃˢᵉ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵈᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ‧ ʸᵃʳᵈ ˢᵃˡᵉˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʷᵉᵉᵏᵉⁿᵈ‧ ᴳᵒᵒᵈʷⁱˡˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵇᵘʸ‧ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ʲᵘⁿᵏ ˢʰᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ⸴ ᴿᵃᶜʰᵉˡ⸴ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ‧ ᴿᵃᶜʰᵉˡ ʰᵃᵈ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴳʳᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵘᵍᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᴳʳᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃ’ˢ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ʰᵉᵃˡᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇˢᵉᑫᵘᵉⁿᵗˡʸ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˡᵏᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶜˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳⁱⁿᵏᵉᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵗᵒʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᴳʳᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃ ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᴿᵃᶜʰᵉˡ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰᵉʳ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴳʳᵃⁿᵈᵐᵃ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ˡᵃˢᵗ ʷᵉᵉᵏ⸴ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ˢᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵏ ᵒᶠ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵒˡᵈ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ‧ ᵁⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵘⁿᵏ⸴ ʷᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁴ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ ˢᵏᵉˡᵉᵗᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴹⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᶜᵃᵗˢ⸴ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵈᵒᵍ ᵒʳ ᵃ ʳᵃᶜᶜᵒᵒⁿ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ⸴ ʷᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵉʳʳⁱᶠʸⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴿᵃᶜʰᵉˡ‧ – ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ⠘ ᵏʳˢʰᵃⁿⁿ

r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago spenceyfresh As death came for him, his life flashed before his eyes. He remembered everything his birth, his trip home and the blank look in his mothers eyes as she forcefully held him under the bathtub's water.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 56 min. ago Zcissors I have a plan, and if im wrong, I could kill thousands If im right... millions

✨He had no way of knowing that the tip of one of the blender blades had come loose until he gulped down the last of his smoothie...

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!

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.

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

r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 min. ago InfamousInspector863 Her heart raced as the caller informed her that her date had died in a car crash earlier that evening. She turned slowly to face the person driving, realizing she was sitting next to a complete stranger.

‘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.”

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.

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.

As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag

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

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

r/TwoSentenceHorror 11 hr. ago AceMcClean “Wow, I can’t believe we all looked so different back then!” my child exclaimed. Whilst looking at the “homo-sapien” exhibit, it was sad to learn of their bitter nuclear end although it led to our uprising.

Warrior of God By reddit user KMApok "If God exists, why is there so much evil in the world?" It's a common question, but it is misplaced. All things must have balance. Light and dark. Good and evil. Sound and silence. Without one, the other cannot exist. "So if that's true, then God does NOTHING to fight evil?" That might be your follow up question. Of course he fights evil. Relentlessly. I am one of His most Holy and Righteous angels. I roam the Earth, disposing of evil wherever I find it. I kill the monsters you don't ever want to know about. I crush them completely so you can sleep at night. You humans have no idea how many of you live because of the work I do. "But what about Stalin? Hitler? Ted Bundy? Jack the Ripper? Well, those are the minor ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I destroy are....too horrible and vile to survive. What's funny, is while I would wager you never have heard me by bame in any relegious texts, I bet you have heard of me. Americans, for example, have their own name for me: Sudden Infant Death Syndrome

r/TwoSentenceHorror 14 hr. ago Techn0Cy My stepson leaned towards me and asked, “Do I look human?” It’s been 2 months since we’ve come to this planet so I told him he looked fantastic I’m so proud of him.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 10 hr. ago MarcusWasntTaken After 72 long years of waiting for this moment, i take my last breath The moment after i wake up, screaming, in the room i have seen so many times, and i hear the voice which i have heard so many times say the words i have heard so many times, “it’s a boy!”

"He took the little girl with the promise of sweets. They found the body a few days later ripped to shreds, but they never did find his head."

Everybody loves a fat baby. By Reddit user Purple_Mittens Everybody loves a fat baby. You can't help but pinch their cheeks, tickle their tummies, and grab a toe to play "this little piggy". They give the most contagious jolly smiles that brighten anyone's day. My baby is skinny. I've tried to fatten him up but he fights me every step of the way, refusing to drink his new formula and seemingly metabolizing things faster than I can microwave a bottle. Nobody wants to pinch my skinny baby and play peekaboo. People walk right by and act like he doesn't exist. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't gain weight on purpose, just to rob me of my gleaming years of motherhood. I know that's crazy, and then I feel guilty and cry because all I want is for my baby to be healthy. My husband says I have post-partum depression. But he's even worse. He locks himself in the bedroom and never comes anywhere with me and the baby. He looks at me differently, and I worry that he no longer finds my body attractive. Yesterday at the grocery store, someone called the police because they think I'm starving my baby. I keep telling the investigators that I'm doing everything I can to fatten him up but they won't listen. T hat's why I'm writing this statement for my lawyer. When he gets me out of here and gets me my baby back, I want to sue this department for slander. Not only do they say I don't deserve my baby, they call me "pathetic" and "mentally ill". What hurts me even more are the names they call my baby-"rotting" and "stillborn".

@scarystorieswoah BY: BadAdviceAboutBears He sneaks into children's bedrooms at night and the next day they're nowhere to be found. I was one of those children. The night he came I was sleeping in my bed. I had apparently left the window unlocked. He shook me awake. His hand over my mouth and a finger on his lips his commanding me to be silent. I don't know what he gave me. Some sort of powder. But it made me hallucinate… was... disillusioned. He would feed us his propaganda. Then the powder. That's how it was. Crazy talk, powder, more crazy talk, more powder. We didn't know what he would to us or when but we didn't care. I did see what he did to some of the children. He clearly preferred them young. At a certain age you just... disappeared. He did away with you. He took me to his home. There were other children there. Others who had families that missed them. He I come from a large family. Not fat, but large in stature. As I grew up I grew tall and strong. That's how I was able to get out. I managed to get others out too. In a moment of powder free clarity I truly heard what this maniac was talking about. He lived in a fantasy land and I wasn't going to be his drug fueled victim anymore. After I got out I made it my life's work to catch this predator. I was close once. He escaped. I was left maimed. He's still out there taking children from their homes. But I will catch him. I will bring him to justice. I am Hook!

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?

r/TwoSentenceHorror 37 min. ago Aurfo One by one, time zone by time zone, people dropped dead the moment the clock hit 12:00 The remainder are left reeling, being able to do nothing but watch and submit to the inevitability of time.

Candies, BY: sudhanvaah Isn't it sad how these days you can't even give a kid a candy without drawing accusatory glares as if you were a creep? Well, I decided not to care about the glares. The joy of knowing that I just made a kid's day is worth getting glared at. Sometimes parents smile and ask the kid to say thanks. But most times, they say "No thank you" and return the candies to me and walk on. I say to them, "I'll eat them" and proceed to eat one of them to show they aren't poisoned or anything. Some apologise and accept the candies, some walk on. I offered a candy to a young boy of 4 or 5 today. His mother said in a cold voice, "Stay away from my son." As per my routine, I ate the candy in front of her. A minute later I realised as the poison spread through my body that I'd forgotten to take the antidote this morning. @scarystorieswoah

r/TwoSentenceHorror 9 mo. ago Jellycaine The aliens invaded planet earth, and the human never seems to notice. A thousand years later and they already think shadows are a natural occurrence.

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.

Posted on October 22, 2020 Grim pickings… Mottled with rot, the pumpkin was the ugliest and densest in the patch. Not exactly the gourd he was looking for, but the Horseman rode off with it feeling well-equipped for the evening a-head.

Thank You You know, I’ve really grown attached to you. All this time I’ve spent with you has really made me feel a special connection to you. I mean, that doesn’t surprise you now, does it? You gave me shelter, fed me, and you’ve always been there for me. I honestly do not know how I could ever truly express my gratitude towards you. You’ve been so good to me, and I hope you know that I could not be any more grateful. I just wanted you to know that tonight, I’ll be bearing my - no, our - children, all 15,000 of them. They’ll be a reminder of the special connection we’ve shared these past few weeks; I just hope that you, or maybe your friends or family, will share the same connection with our children. From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for being such a good host.

r/shortscarystories 10 hr. ago KieranWriter Family Photo The father stood at the front of the family photo and beamed a huge smile. The kids were seated in front of the father on little stools. His wife Deborah was at his side and he had his arms around her. The camera was an automatic one the father had set before quickly running to get in to the frame. Click. Big smiles. The father walked over to the camera. Just one more. Click. Big smiles. It was done. A perfect family portrait. Get this up in a frame and he can take it with him wherever he goes... The father put the kids to their beds and then his wife in front of the TV. It was Desperate Housewives; her favourite! It made the father smile. Don’t worry dear, I’ll do the dishes. I’ll load the washing. You just watch TV. The father was a perfect husband. He did everything that he said he would. A real whizz around the house. The house was sparkling by the time he had finished. There was a chime on Deborah’s phone. It was her sister Mary - Hey, not heard from you all day. You ok? Deborah won’t mind, I will just shoot off a short message so that Mary isn’t too alarmed. - Hey all good, just watching TV, really tired. Long day. Off to bed soon xx. It’s fine. They look at each other’s phones all the time. There’s trust in this relationship. A reply from Mary - OK call me tomorrow xx The father thought for a moment, just a moment, a flicker of worry, then replied - sorry better I don’t, I’ve caught a bad sore throat. The father went into the living room to Deborah and gave her a big kiss on the forehead... The next day, the father puts the frame up in the hallway, it will be the first thing that people will see when they walk into the house - the beautiful family, everybody’s dream... Then he spent about an hour mowing the lawn. After everything around the house was sorted, the father knew he could relax, finally relax and that the pressure was on for anything unexpected visits, so they don't walk into a dirty home... He got into the car and took it out of the garage, turned it around and hit the road heading out of suburbs and through the city. He loved his family, he really did, but sometimes a man needs a change and this father needs a fresh start. It wasn’t his first change of scenery. He looked at the copy of the picture of his wife and kids on the dash board and he felt a stab of pain... If only he had taken that picture when they were still alive...

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.

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..

r/shortscarystories 1 day ago CBenson1273 One and Only I dislike my twin brother. There. I said it. I know you may be shocked. “How can you despise one who was literally created with you, who has been with you your entire life?” Trust me. You can. Like how he steals so much of my mother’s attention. Every moment I want to spend with her, he’s there. Taking away her time. Her attention. Her affection. Every time I eat, he’s there. Every time I sleep, he’s there. Every time she sings to me, he’s there. You have no idea how much I long for my own space, my own life, but it just isn’t possible. And my father is just as bad. He spends time with me, but it’s never just him and me - we always have to do everything together. There’s only so much family time one can take. Don’t get me wrong, my parents are good people, they are literally the reason I exist. And it isn’t like they are choosing him over me - they do everything possible to show us that they love us both equally. I know they are doing their best under circumstances they weren’t really prepared for. I get that space is limited and money is an issue, and I know having two of us doesn't make it any easier though they would never complain where they thought we could hear. I don’t blame them. I blame him. But what choice do I have? I can’t expect them to turn their backs on him. They aren’t those kinds of people - they love us both too much. I know they’d do anything they could to protect us both. But that’s the problem. I don’t want them to protect us both. My whole life has been like this, and if I don’t do something, I just know the rest of my life will be the same - compromising, giving things up, always having to share my parents’ love and affection, to share everything. I don’t want to share. So I’m going to make sure I don’t have to. I can feel you judging me, asking what kind of person would even contemplate this. You don’t live my life and you don’t know what I’ve been through. It’s been months of this and it shows no signs of ending anytime soon. So I’m ending it. I’ve thought this through and I have a plan. It’s guaranteed to work. And if I do it correctly, no one will ever suspect me. I know my parents will grieve for a while, but eventually they’ll move past it and see that the three of us are all we need. All we ever needed. So I act. A quick turn, a subtle shift, and then I wait. A few minutes and it’s over. And then there was one. It’s amazing what an umbilical cord around a neck will do.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 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...

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...

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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Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 hr. ago thelachesis It’s been a few centuries since humanity created an elixir for immortality. Had we known that the earth would run out of resources so soon and leave us roaming around years, starving yet unable to die, none of us would have used it.

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.

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.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 days ago Aquillyne Not one of those trickster genies, it was genuinely trying to give me what I wanted... I should have been clearer when I asked for her heart.

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

r/shortscarystories 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...

‘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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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.