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Anglo-Celt Published in Cavan, county Cavan Ann MORRISON for her child on 5th January last. Frances MORROW, sworn and examined -- Knows Ann MORRISON who was in her service ; she came to witness' house on the 10th of January ; she asked her what became of the baby, prisoner said it was dead-born ; did not say who the father was ; she remained nine days in her house, and the Head-Constable arrested her the Friday after. James SPROULL, Esq., M.D., sworn and examined. He deposed to having made a post mortem examination ; the child must have from strangulation ; there was a conjestion(sic) of the lungs ; there was a mark on the left side of the neck ; strangulation must have been caused by the thumb ; the child was a fine child. The witness gave similar testimony to the Court. http://www.irelandoldnews.com/Cavan/1857/MAR.html March 5, 1857
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.
ā€˜Crying isnā€™t going to helpā€™ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago jdyerjdyer ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā†“Ė¢į¶œŹ³įµ’Ė”Ė” į¶ įµ’Ź³ Ė¢įµ—įµ’Ź³Źøā†“ 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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As my spirit left my body I could see all my children cradled in the arms of God āœØ I should ask for their forgiveness for aborting them.

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ā€œOh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.ā€ ā€”Alice in Wonderland.
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. Thatā€™s why I only go shopping at night fewer people to avoid. ā€œDid you find everything okay?ā€ she asks casually. ā€œMm-hmm,ā€ I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up. The cashierā€™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 Iā€™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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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. Iā€™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.
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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.
Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.
ā€˜First Wordsā€˜ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, sheā€™ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what sheā€™ll say first ā€“ ā€˜MamĆ”ā€™ or ā€˜Daddy.ā€™ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ā€˜Mamaā€™s little girl! MamĆ” loves you so much!ā€™ Sometimes, sheā€™s not even subtle about it ā€“ ā€˜Say ā€˜MamĆ”!ā€™ Come on! ā€˜MamĆ”!ā€ I donā€™t mind it though. I still believe Iā€™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 daddyā€™s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens ā€“ ā€˜MamĆ”!ā€™ ā€˜Daddy!ā€™ ā€˜Say MamĆ”!ā€™ ā€˜Whoā€™s daddyā€™s baby?ā€™ I pull the gag from our little girlā€™s mouth. ā€œP-pleaseā€¦ what do you want from me? Please, let me goā€¦ā€ My wifeā€™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. ā€œItā€™s ok, honey,ā€ I tell her; ā€œthe next one will be better, I promise.ā€
ā€˜Crying isnā€™t going to helpā€™ 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 couldā€™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...
I destroy the monsters you donā€™t ever want to know about. by KMApok 'Why is there bad in the world?' Itā€™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 donā€™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..
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".
I Begged You ā€œPlease, I am literally begging you,ā€ I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. ā€œOnce he pushes the button, death will come soon after,ā€ he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. ā€œAny final words?ā€ ā€œJust, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,ā€ I say. clean conscience. Thatā€™s the thing, though; I havenā€™t murdered anyone. Itā€™s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. Thatā€™s the thing, though. I havenā€™t murdered anyone. Itā€™s been this way my entire life. I donā€™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. Iā€™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. ā€œI begged you,ā€ I repeat sadly. ā€”stellarpath
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...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Averagebiker21 After I asked the crystal ball to tell me how to escape death, I was very confused as it read "No, thanks honey, I'm full" However, something clicked in my head when my wife offered me cake after dinner...
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.
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I miss my papa āœØ I really wish I didn't poison him
I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parentā€™s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. ā€”Human_Gravy
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r/TwoSentenceHorror Deiun ...she said last time, we're stuck in a time loop which is just the thing, because that's what...
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty
"I wanted to scream, but I have no mouth."
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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 spasmā€™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 sideā€¦ I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..
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A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadnļæ½ļæ½ļæ½t screamed so loud.
Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 hr. ago jesth857 I Watched As My Son Slowly Turned Blue After Tasting My Food From DoorDash Will they ever stop trying to poison me?
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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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.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago LifeIsContrast I ĶØĶŖĢ¼jĢ±Ķ‰umpeĢĢždĢŠĢ froĢžĢœmĢĢ² the edĶ«Ģ€Ģ°gĢ‡ĶŖeĶĢ© andĶ­ĢĶ Ģ¾Ķ„Ķ‰plĢ‚Ķ–Ķ“uĶ©Ģ‹Ķ‡nĢĢ”gĢÆedĶ¦Ķ‚Ķ“ĶŽ tĢ…Ģ€Ģ¹oĢ¹Ķ‡wĢ†ards thĶ¤e dĶ›Ķ¤ĶŽeĢ¬Ģ°pĢ‚Ķ”tĢ»hĶƒĶ«ĢŸsĶŠĢ‘Ģ˜Ģ©.Ķ“Ģ°.Ķ­ĶĢ°.Ģ‘.Ģ­ pĢ’Ķ’Ķ”Ģ»Ģ„Ģ®lĢšĶĢ‚Ģ—Ķ™Ģ¦Ģ©ĢŖĢŖĶ™ĢÆeĢ†ĢŽĢæĢŠĶŠĶ‹Ķ„Ķ’Ģ‘Ģ»ĢĢ³Ģ£ĶˆĶ–ĢžaĶ®ĢŒĶ†Ģ‡Ģ¾ĶšĢ£Ģ¹sĢĶ‘Ģ‹Ģ Ģ˜Ģ°Ķ™Ģ°eĢŠĢ‚ĶŒĶĢĶ‘Ģ‚Ķ‡Ģ°Ģ³Ķ“Ģ„,Ģ‰ĶÆĢ’Ķ¤Ķ¬ĶšĢ˜Ģœ Ķ§Ķ’ĶÆĶ’ĶØĶ—Ģ‰Ģ–Ģ­Ģ²ĢŸĢ„ĶĢ¹ĶŽFĢŒĢ‡Ķ‘Ķ£Ģ­ĶŽIĢ‘ĢƒĶ„Ķ„Ķ§Ģ°NĢŽĢ“Ķ—Ģ—Ģ°DĢ‚ĢæĶØĢĢ‰ĶĶ“Ģ ĶŽ ĶƒĢšĢ†Ķ’Ģ”Ķ­Ģ†ĶÆĢ˜Ģ¤Ģ¤Ģ Ģ˜ĢŗĢ¼Ķ–Ģ©MĢĶ¦Ģ€Ģ‘Ģ²Ģ«Ģ™Ķ™EĶÆĢĢšĢŗĢ—ĶˆĢ£Ģ¹ Ķ§ĶŒĶ­ĢŒĢæĶ©Ģ¬Ģ¤ĶŽĢŖĶ”Ģ¤Ģ¤ĢÆAĶ’ĢŒĶŖĶŽĢ—Ķ‰Ķ•ĢÆĢ²Ģ¤Ķ“NĶÆĢˆĢŽĶŒĶŠĶ’Ģ«Ģ„ĶŽDĶ†Ģ Ģ¬Ģ® Ķ©Ķ’Ģ¬Ķ‡Ģ«Ģ KĶ¤Ķ„ĢæĶ’Ķ§Ģ½ĢĶ¤ĢžĶ…Ķ•Ģ™Ģ®Ģ«Ķ‡ĶŽĶ‰IĢ’Ķ—Ķ„Ķ‰LĢ†ĶÆĢŽĢ½Ģ‘ĶĢ¤ĶšĶ–ĶšLĢ¾ĶÆĢšĶ„Ķ“Ģ£ĶŽĢ— Ķ„Ķ£Ģ‚Ģ“Ģ†Ģ‚Ģ‹Ķ¤Ķ«Ģ£ĶŽĢ±ĢŖĢĶ‰MĶ©Ķ—Ķ‹Ķ£Ķ«Ģ™Ģ™Ģ¼EĢ”ĢŒĶ‘ĢŠĢ®!Ģ¾Ķ…Ģ³Ģ–Ķ…Ķ‰Ģŗ
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 56 min. ago Zcissors I have a plan, and if im wrong, I could kill thousands If im right... millions
My Sister's Sculpture My Mother told me about it when I was around 6 years old. She told me I wasn't an only child, I was one of two little girls. You see, she told me that when I was first born along with my twin sister, she died the evening she was born. She never told me why or how she died.or when they had the funeral for her. She told me about my Father going into a deep sense of mourning, and so to let us never forget my little sister my Father made a sculpture ofher. She was painted to every last detail. Her cute blue eyes to the little dimples in her cheeks. My Father would copy me as a reference since we were twins, and as I grew up I thought the sculpture was of me, but now that my Mother cleared this all up I felt more close to the sculpture than I did before. It wasn't long until I noticed that every year; on my birthday my Father would replace the sculpture and now the sculpture looked the same age as me, as if the sculpture would follow me as l aged. My Father continued to do this well into my teenage years, capturing her older and more mature features and the change in her face. On my 18th birthday I realised I could not sleep. I was wondering how my Father made the sculpture so detailed to me so late into the night. Perhaps he took a photo of me and paints it in every detail? I was curious. So I desided to creep my way downstairs to see if could catch my Father making the sculpture, and as l peeked my head around the kitchen door I felt all the colour of my face drain. There, on the Kitchen table my Father was injecting the ā€œsculptureā€ with a liquid as he whispered "You will always be my little sculpture." as I watched the ā€œsculpture'sā€ hands twitch.
When one of my friends was born, the doctors told her parents she wouldn't live past a week. Then, they said that she would live, but she wouldn't be able to walk. Yesterday, at 17, we were walking through the mall together. She helped somebody in a wheelchair, saying "That could be me" She GMH Mar 22, 2011 at 7:00am by Emma G, Dallas
Over a century ago, the woman was encouraged to keep her child after she's considering pregnancy termination. "your baby could be an artist or grow up to be a world leader" they had said, so she kept it and went to give birth to a baby boy c. 1888 He's named Adolf

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 yr. ago normancrane I learnt my mum and dad were both proudly pro-choice parents. That's why, as I fatally strangled them with my umbilical cord, they must have respect my choice to not have parents.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago mydadsnameisharold "Yes, the blood means you're a woman now." Too groggy to make sense of the pain between his legs, he managed to ask, "... what did you just do to me?"

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AGES 2020 Update 2012 old 2018 former rec. Under 25 No screening Pap test every 3 years Pap test every 3 years Age 25ā€’29 HPV test every 5 years (preferred) , HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years (acceptable) or Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) Pap test every 3 years Pap test every 3 years Age 30ā€’65 HPV test every 5 years (preferred) or HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years (acceptable) Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) or HPV/Pap cotest every 3 years (preferred) or Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) Pap test every 3 years, HPV test every 5 years, or HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years Over 65 + No screening if a series of prior tests were normal No screening if a series of prior tests were normal No screening if a series of prior tests were normal and not at high risk for cancer
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago MintClicker Moments before the tragedy At 3, she jumped off the bed. At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt. At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house. At 17, she finally received her driver's license. At 26, she said yes. At 30, she went into labor. At 39, she had one last hurrah. At 46, she signed the papers to make it final. At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with. At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out. At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror. At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled. There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy. The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace. The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple. These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next. It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am. Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not. And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.
Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day That was against the rules, It made the children laugh and play But soon they felt like fools. Maryā€™s corpse was in a room And oh, what a scene! The kids saw her coated in blood And regretted being mean. Soon the police arrived Stepped over Maryā€™s heart, And tried to ask everyone How she was ripped apart. But when nobody knew The origins of all the gore, The police decided That it was time to go hardcore. And so everyone was dragged To detectors so they canā€™t tell a lie But everybody refused to tell Why Mary had to die. Suspects were jailed everywhere Tom, Barb, and Sam Because not a single person knew The murderer was the lamb. June 21, 2017 hellofinah
Jessica by reddit user Breakevencoast5 ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā€Ž ā†“Ė¢į¶œŹ³įµ’Ė”Ė” į¶ įµ’Ź³ Ė¢įµ—įµ’Ź³Źøā†“ 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. ā€œjust 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.ā€ 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.
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...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago drforged ā†“ ā€œHave you ever seen a monster?ā€ My son asked, as I tucked him in ā€œNoā€ I answered, as I looked into his many yellow eyes...
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 2 min. ago derf_vader The crack in the wall was only wide enough for a shadow to pass through. I didn't know once it went in I would be stuck here in the wall along with it, unable to leave, and unable to cry out and warn others.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 min. ago AcrobaticTransition4 ā€œMy lower back hurtā€ 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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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.
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.
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.
Theyā€™re in the house. No more than a moment or two passes before the door to the bedroom starts shuddering. The things I piled against it are holding, for now, but I know, realistically, that theyā€™re going to manage to come through. I keep rocking my little girl, humming a lullaby in her ear to calm her as she cries. The pounding grows in force and volume, the frame starting to crack. I put my little girl on my lap, her back to my chest, and I stroke her head with both hands, from the top of her scalp, down across her ears, just as Iā€™ve done. Just the way she loves it. The effect is instantaneous. Her desperate crying calms to a series of sobs and hiccoughs, her small body shuddering against mine in fear. I keep humming to her, soothing her hair, acting for all the world as if nothing is out of place, not a single thing amiss. Agonisingly slowly, in a reverse cadence of the sound of splintering wood, she calms down. I can feel it when she stops tensing, as I keep stroking her down the sides of her head. A final hiccough of a sob, and she falls quiet, her body relaxed. She doesnā€™t even have time to realise whatā€™s happening as I twist her neck with a violent jerk, accompanied by a dry snap of a sound. Sheā€™s dead before she can even slump down into my lap. The door is giving way, the furniture pushed back. I may be torn limb from limb while I scream, but at least my baby angelā€™s safe from harm. 8 YEARS AGO
r/TwoSentenceHorror 21 hr. ago buddybuddyboi "Aaaand, cut!", the director exclaimed. I don't know how many pieces of me they need, but they continued to chop me into pieces.
_aconite_cj_ "Honey, what's wrong? Why ain't you touching your food?" She asked calmly, without knowin I saw her mix the poison in my soup moments ago.
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 57 min. ago BaronBigly My abductor was ā€œkindā€ enough to leave a TV in my windowless cell so I could watch my devastated family on the news. I had to do a double take when I turned the TV on and there I was, smiling like a cheshire cat, my parents beside me sobbing with relief that Iā€™d been rescued.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 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 themā€¦
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago IAbstainFromSociety My attempt to break into the cockpit with the fire axes failed, as the cockpit doors had been reinforced to protect against terrorism. Alone in the cockpit, there was nothing to stop my suicidal co-pilot from crashing the plane into the mountains..
Petnochlab ~ Seeing the horrible mistreatment of residents in care facilities, I promised never to let my disabled son end up in one. So when the doctors told me I had 4 weeks to live, I put my son in the car and headed toward the lake, ready to keep my promise.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 12 hr. ago GileadPromoter I approached the familiar woman in large sunglasses asking if we had met before. It wasn't until she removed her sunglasses that I remembered our first encounter in Athena's temple all those years ago...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 hr. ago Indian_DeadpooL I found my childhood diary today which I don't recall writing at all.. I laughed how I used to fear "monster under my bed" and wrote everything in third person.Then I turned to the latest entry dated today "it found the diary today"
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.
ā€œSo if you really are responsible for those unsolved kidnappings,ā€ started the skeptical amateur reporter, ā€œhow do you lure your victims?ā€ ā€œWith an interview.ā€ by MintClicker
r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago bombbodyguard Outside, the lights of towns and villages flickered in the distance as the Polar Express raced north. Unbeknownst to the happy children aboard, the North Pole would have its next batch of laborers, cursed to toil for centuries, never to return homeā€¦
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 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.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 min. ago The_Legendary_Yeeter I never make the same mistake twice! I make it 5 or 6 times just to be sure.
r/2sentence2horror 3 days ago CreativestName69420 There are approximately 100,000,000,000,000 cells in your body. Now 99,999,999,999,999, now 99,999,999,999,998, now 99,999,999,999,997, now 99,999,999,999,996ā€¦
What The Tide Brings In ā‡©ā‡©ā‡©Ė¢į¶œŹ³įµ’Ė”Ė” įµˆįµ’Ź·āæā‡©ā‡©ā‡© From Redditor u/hauntedfossils: After the DNA analysis, the investigators were in utter shock. The hundreds of feet that washed ashore yesterday all belonged to one person.
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago Turds_Unlimited Ten armed men entered my home! Wait, there were two of them...
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago Madmonkeman The boy was determined to catch Santa entering the house and wanted to see what would happen. 100 years later as an Christmas elf, he still canā€™t remember anything other than constantly making toys, wrapping presents...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 hr. ago AnonymousNeverKnown ā†“ I chuckled to myself, changing the 'is" to "was" on celebrities' wikipedia pages when they weren't dead. Imagine my horror when I saw breaking news about a plane crash, killing those very celebrities.
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 11 hr. ago daneylion I was told that I was getting too old to be a pilot and that this would be my last flight before retirement. Iā€™m going to make sure for everyone on board that itā€™s their last flight too.
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The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time ā€” < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.
Itā€™s nice that my grandmother calls to check on me, but if she wants to communicate from the other side I wish she wouldnā€™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 hadnā€™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? Heā€™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. ā€œMr. Halverson?ā€ asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. ā€œYes. Let me ā€”ā€I am terribly sorry, but Iā€™m afraid I have some bad news. Your sonā€™s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. Iā€™m very sorry for your loss..."

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