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r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago PatrickRsGhost People always made fun of my obsession with collecting statues. Until, that is, they recognized their long-lost friends or relations among my collection.

Jan 09, 2015 09:58AM c.c. (utopiosphere) ╳ ──── Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs Aɴᴅ Mᴏʀᴇ Cerberus ➸ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ-ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ wʜo ɢᴜᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ Charon ➸ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇʀʀʏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ Chiron ➸ ᴀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴀᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ-ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Deino ➸ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴇᴀ — ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ Enyo ➸ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴇᴀ — ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ Euryale ➸ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʀɢᴏɴs — ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴀss ʜᴀɴᴅs, sʜᴀʀᴘ ғᴀɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs sɴᴀᴋᴇs Ladon ➸ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇsᴘᴇʀɪᴅᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇs Lamia ➸ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ϙᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ʟɪʙʏᴀ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ-ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ Medusa ➸ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʀɢᴏɴs — ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴀss ʜᴀɴᴅs, sʜᴀʀᴘ ғᴀɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs sɴᴀᴋᴇs; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ɢᴏʀɢᴏɴ Minotaur ➸ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴜʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙʏʀɪɴᴛʜ Pemphredo ➸ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴇᴀ — ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ Scylla ➸ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ɴᴀɪᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴘᴏsᴇɪᴅᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴀᴍᴘʜɪᴛʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀᴛʜᴇ Sphinx ➸ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴄʜᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴏғ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙɪʀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ɪᴛs ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Stheno ➸ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʀɢᴏɴs — ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs sɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴀss ʜᴀɴᴅs, sʜᴀʀᴘ ғᴀɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs sɴᴀᴋᴇs |

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...

in: Powers, Petrification, Ocular Powers Petrifying Gaze Also Called Eyes of Stone Gorgon Gaze Petrifying Glance/Vision Stone Gaze/Stare Gorgon/Medusa Vision Medusa effect - Medúsa, the daughter of Phorcys

Wʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ sᴏɴ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ I ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ, I ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜʏ. As ʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ, I ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛᴛᴇᴅ sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏɴᴇ...

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 6 yr. ago shree_ta She wants to date the blînd I came across her on tinder. She is a stunner, captivating smile and what not. But she wants to only date a blind person. Perhaps she's blind too. But doesn't seem so. She seems to really look at you and I'm totally mesmerized. I'm changing my bio and swiping right. If she's blind she won't know that I'm not. I'm going to meet her now. We're meeting in the park. There she is. Sitting by the lonely oak tree. She's there sitting wearing sunglasses, her hair locs moves with the breeze, it's like it has life of its own. She looks like a picture from a dream. I approached her. She smiles and removes her sunglasses, an–

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 15 hr. ago sortakindaspiralling He hurt me, I sob He hurt̸ me, I tell them sobbing. He sliced me here. I gesture to my bleeding thigh, hands shaking uncontrollably. And then! My voice shrills, I can’t breαthe. He murdered my daughter! My baby girl! I collapse onto the floor, legs unable to support weıght any longer. I curl into a ball, as tiny as possible. A shaking mess of grief and horror. He k-lled her! “But Mam,” The polıce frowned. “Your little boy is only 3.”

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago Hugh_Jidiot The Sculptor “Thank you so much for this opportunity, Ms,” Shelley said. “Don’t mention it, dear,” the older woman replied, smiling. “And please, call me Mei!” The two walked through the halls of Mei’s countryside estate. The walls were lined with beautiful landscape paintings and shelves that held priceless antique vases; a fitting decor for a world-renowned sculptor. Mei herself was a tall and pale-skinned woman who carried herself with an air of grace and dignity. Shelley wasn’t sure why Mei needed to wear a long coat, headscarf and sunglasses in the privacy of her own home, but didn’t question it. All artists had their quirks, after all. “The moment I saw your portfolio, I knew you’d be the perfect subject for my next work.” Mei looked Shelley up and down. “And now that I see you in person, I’m more sure than ever. Yes, you will be my finest creation yet.” Shelley beamed with pride. “I can’t wait to see how it turns out!” “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” The two came to a stop in front of a large oak door. “Well, here’s where the magic happens. Shall we?” Mei’s studio was much like others Shelley had seen: a spacious room with high-powered lights set up to face a pure white backdrop. Shelley assumed Mei would be taking dozens of photos to use as a reference for her sculpture. “You’ll find your outfit behind that screen over there,” Mei said, motioning towards an opaque folding screen set up in the far corner of the room. “Go get changed while I get the lights set up.” A few minutes later Shelley stepped out from behind the screen, clad in a beautiful silk gown that hugged her body. Mei, who had been positioning the lights, turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. “You look stunning, my dear!” Mei said with a wide grin, clasping her hands. “We’re ready to begin.” Shelley took her place in front of the backdrop, the lights fixing her with their illuminating gaze. The next several minutes were spent getting Shelley into position. She followed Mei’s precise instructions, allowing the artist to guide her poses as needed. Mei worked diligently; the hair had to be just right, the arms had to be bent at the perfect angle, every fold and crevice in the dress had to be to her exact specifications. Finally Mei stepped back. “Yes… yes, it’s finally perfect,” Mei said. Her grin was almost manic as she looked down at Shelley. “Are you ready, my dear?” “I am,” Shelley replied, taking care not to move her head a single millimeter. “So, where’s your camera anyways?” Mei reached up, tearing off her headscarf and sunglasses. The last thing Shelley saw was Mei’s hair coils writhing and twisting, and a pair of yellow reptilian eyes staring into hers.

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Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago ChessMango_v1 As he walked into the strange house, he thought the three statues looked a bit TOO realistic. So did the next person who saw the four statues.

r/shortscarystories 1 yr. ago Original-Loquat3788 Stone ‘Thankyou for meeting today, gentlemen.’ The Chief Neurologist said. The Director of the London Underground sighed, tipping a fifth sugar into his hospital canteen coffee. The Scotland Yard Detective could not help thinking he looked like the Fat Controller from Thomas the Tank Engine. ‘Six men have recently taken ill on various London Underground lines. All have presented with Locked-In Syndrome.’ ‘I know what you’re suggesting,’ The Controller replied. ‘There is some sort of infectious or chemical agent present in our carriages.’ ‘It can’t be ruled out.’ ‘Do you know what would happen if the public got wind of this. The Tokyo subway system barely recovered from the sarin attack in 1995.’ ‘We shouldn’t mention terror,’ the Detective agreed. He also recalled with fear the 7/7 bombings that plunged the city into chaos. The Neurologist bit his tongue. They both apparently had short memories. He still had patients with Long Covid. ‘Anyway, I have consulted another doctor, and he informs me the most likely cause of Locked-In Syndrome is a stroke in the Ventral Pons.’ ‘True. But six people in one month, all on the Tube. A pattern.’ The Controller took out a coin. ‘I bet it is not long until I can flip heads six times. It is just random chance.’ ‘I see we are not getting anywhere.’ ‘And I have places to be,’ the Controller said, shaking hands. ‘Do you mind if I take a look at the patients?’ The Detective continued. The Neurologist led him to Intensive Care. ‘God,’ the Detective said, ‘he looks like he’s made of stone.’ ‘Not entirely. We suspect he still retains some degree of cognition.’ ‘The prognosis?’ The Neurologist shook his head, leaving the Detective to study the man. He was young, seemingly healthy, although not of English descent. That word stuck in his head: terror. The man’s phone was on the nightstand. The Detective glanced over his shoulder, picked it up, and brought it to the patient’s immobile face. The screen unlocked, opening on the last image. And the Detective became the seventh victim. … On the packed 17.23 Underground service on the Elizabeth Line, commuters cram the tube car. The Businessman glances at her. She’s young, his daughter’s age, but he still has it, doesn’t he? No. He threads his way through the crowd until he is standing beside her. The girl has dyed blue hair, nose piercings and sleeve tattoos. A bit classless, he thinks, even if they do depict Greek Goddesses. She is wearing a skirt to her knees, and he bends down as if to tie the laces of his brown Brooks’ Brothers brogues. Discretely, he snaps an upskirt. He disappears back into the crowd and looks at his photo . Instantly, he shuts down. Freezes. Collapses. Victim number eight. The girl with the blue hair departs the train as screams go up. She readjusts her skirt. She would not like an innocent person to accidentally see the tattoo of Medusa on her inner thigh.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 yr. ago kneecapsforbreakfast While she laid on her deathbed, I finally decided to ask my dementia-stricken grandma why she always kept her eyes closed. As my bødy hardened, I regretted asking her, but at least now I know what happened to her other caregıvers..