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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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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? Credit to reddit user resistance1984

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Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs. Pᴇʀsᴏɴɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴏɴ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ's, ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ-ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ's ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ᴍᴀʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ. Hᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴘs: ~Pʀᴏғᴀɴɪᴛʏ. Cᴀɴ sᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ' ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ~Gᴏʀᴇ, ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ. ~Aɴɪᴍᴀʟs. Cᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs ᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ɢʜᴏsᴛ' ~Sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ ᴏɴᴇsᴇʟғ. ~Aʙᴜsᴇ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ) ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ~Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs (ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴs, ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴀs ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ) Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ) ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ғᴏᴇᴛɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴs, ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ɪɴ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴsᴏғᴀʀ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ, ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ, ᴏʀ ʙʏsᴛᴀɴᴅᴇʀ. Hᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs!

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2 sentence horror: I watched in horror as the virus was cruelly infecting my husband Turning him into a monster.

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short horror story: i was at my grandma's house, and looked around at her vintage stuff. i wondered about the secrets beneath the house. What could be hiding..? later that night, everyone was sleeping but me. i decided to go and check out the attic to see some old treasures and secrets. when i arrived, i started by looking at the old documents. but there was one document that caught my eye. A miscarriage document from 1982, saying that my grandma originally was supposed to have twins. One was named Amber (my mother,) and the other twin, Angelica, who died for an unknown reason. I got chills down my back that I would see her ghost probably. After looking through the documents, i found some photos of mom as a baby. But I could see a faint, ghost-like baby behind her. like the one standing behind me right now...?!

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short horrorcore story: the clock read 12:07am, way too long from when i was supposed to be in bed. trying to run away from the sock puppet my friend and i thought was innocent, but now a monster. i was trying to hide from "FRED," the creepy puppet now chasing me. and then i couldn't find my friend, brody. "BRODY?!" i called out. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" i checked up in his room he shared with me, and i saw Brody. He was corrupted by that horrible puppet monster. Black ooze was coming out of his mouth and eyes, glitch-like pixels inside them. his head was turning to odd angles, and the glasses he had were broken, but still on him. "B-Brody? What did that monster do to you...?" I asked. And then, my vision went black, glitches inside them, and static screens. "NO! NO! NO!" I cried, trying to fight the corruption. But I couldn't take it anymore, and then I fainted on the floor, black ooze coming out of me.

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In the small town of Eldridge, nestled between rolling hills and endless fields of wildflowers, there was a high school where two mismatched souls danced around each other without realizing the pull of fate weaving their stories together. Orion was a boy with black, messy hair that seemed to defy gravity and brown eyes that held a deep sense of curiosity. At sixteen, he was a year older than his classmates, including the girl who occupied his thoughts more than he cared to admit — Jenny. Jenny was a vision of ethereal beauty, her long black hair flowing like a waterfall, framing her delicate face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like the clearest summer sky, contrasting starkly with her dark hair and introverted demeanor. Just like Orion, she was a loner, often sitting quietly in the cafeteria with a sketchbook open on the table, drawing scenes from her imagination. She blended into the background, a hidden gem in a world that sped past her. Orion typically sat alone, his head buried in books about astronomy or fantasy worlds, often glancing towards Jenny's table. He admired her from afar, mesmerized by the way she transferred her dreams onto paper with effortless grace. They had exchanged brief smiles and nods in the hallways, but circumstances had never aligned for them to truly connect. On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, fate intervened. The school announced an unexpected half-day due to a sudden storm, releasing the students just as the skies opened up. As the rain poured down in heavy sheets, Orion sighed, hoping he would make it home without getting drenched. However, as he stepped outside, he noticed Jenny standing under the eaves of the school building, clutching her sketchbook protectively against her chest. "Hey, Jenny!" Orion called out, contemplating whether to brave the raindrops or wait it out. She looked up, surprised that he was speaking to her. "Hi, Orion." she replied, her voice barely above the sound of the rain. There was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, which quickly melted into a soft smile. "What are you going to do? Wait here? You’ll get soaked." He gestured to the rainclouds hanging ominously overhead. Jenny shrugged, her shoulders drooping slightly. "I guess I’ll just wait until it lightens up a bit. It’s not like I have anywhere to be." A thought flickered in Orion's mind. "Do you want to share an umbrella? I mean, if that’s okay with you." Jenny nodded appreciatively, a shy smile spreading across her lips. Orion offered her his umbrella, and they walked together, side by side, as they navigated through the rain. Their laughter echoed off the pavement as they splashed through puddles, the tension of solitude dissipating with every step they took. Once they reached a small café that was hidden away on a side street, they decided to take shelter from the rain. Inside, they found refuge and ordered hot chocolate, their spirits lifted by the warmth of their surroundings. They began to talk, laughter spilling out between them like music. Orion shared stories about the constellations, and Jenny opened up about her drawings - her passion igniting her eyes with a fervor that captivated him. Hours seemed to melt away as the rain continued to pour outside. With each passing moment, Orion felt a connection forming, a thread connecting their hearts. He admired everything about Jenny: her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her art, and the kindness that radiated from her gentle spirit. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a spark igniting in the depths of his lonely soul. As the rain finally began to dwindle, they made their way outside, now more comfortable with each other than they had ever been. The storm had left a fresh scent in the air, invigorating and electric. Orion stole a glance at Jenny and felt a surge of courage — could he really risk everything? “Jenny, can I ask you something?” His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to catch her attention. “Sure, what is it?” He hesitated for a moment, heart pounding in his chest. “Would you… would you like to, I don’t know, maybe hang out again? Like… together, just the two of us?” Jenny’s cheeks flushed a soft pink as she took a step closer, her blue eyes locking onto his. “I’d like that a lot, Orion.” Encouraged, his next words tumbled out, “I really like you, Jenny.” Silence hung in the air between them, charged and electric. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them under the fading gray sky. Jenny’s lips curled into a smile, and without thinking, she reached for his hand. Orion couldn’t believe his lucky stars as their fingers entwined, feelings radiating between them. In that moment, nothing else mattered. As if drawn together by an unseen force, they leaned in slowly. Their lips met softly, tentative at first, but then with growing intensity, the kiss igniting a warmth that spread through both of them like wildfire. Time stood still as they shared the world’s simplest yet most profound connection. They pulled away, both breathless, a shared smile illuminating their faces. The rain may have passed, but what blossomed between them felt like the beginning of a new adventure — together, at last. Hand in hand, they turned toward the path ahead, ready to explore the possibilities of what lay before them.
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