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Copy & Paste Stomachcore Emojis & Symbols POSTED 13 YEARS AGOI was on the verge of committin

POSTED 13 YEARS AGO I was on the verge of committing suicide when a guy came to the roof to have lunch. He saw me climbing over the railing and asked me to share his lunch with him. After receiving my puzzled look, he explained, “Everyone should die happy. Or at least with a full stomach.” We celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary last month. POSTED 13 YEARS AGO
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...

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horror story (plural horror stories) (fiction) A fictional narrative of distressing events. The film is based on a horror story by Edgar Allan Poe. (informal) A disturbing rumour. ▼ We've heard horror stories about people being attacked in the elevator. An unpleasant experience. ▼ It was more of a horror story than a vacation. Translations Chinese Mandarin: 恐怖故事 (kǒngbù gùshì) Dutch: horrorverhaal (nl) n Finnish: kauhutarina (fi) French: histoire d’horreur f, histoire d’épouvante f Hungarian: horrortörténet Spanish: historia de terror, historia de miedo f Swedish: skräckhistoria (sv) Uyghur: قورقۇنچلۇق ھېكايە‎ (qorqunchluq hëkaye) ghost story (plural ghost stories) A story about ghosts or the supernatural, often meant to be frightening. quotations ▲ 2012, Andrew Martin, Underground Overground: A passenger's history of the Tube, Profile Books, →ISBN, page 261: There are the books full of Underground ghost stories. An invisible runner pounds along the platforms at Elephant & Castle; children scream in the basement of what used to be the surface building of Hyde Park Corner, [...] Translations ▲±story about ghosts Catalan: història de fantasmes f Chinese: Mandarin: 鬼故事 (guǐgùshì) Finnish: kummitusjuttu French: histoire de fantômes f German: Gespenstergeschichte (de) f Hungarian: kísértethistória (hu) Irish: scéal taibhsí m Italian: racconto dell'orrore m Korean: 괴담 (goedam) Norwegian: spøkelsesfortelling Portuguese: história de fantasmas f Spanish: historia de fantasmas f, cuento de fantasmas m Swedish: spökhistoria (sv) Welsh: stori fwgan f, stori ysbryd f
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“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer
~ -creepypastastories- Monsters and Ghosts Monsters are real, also ghosts They live inside us And sometimes they win

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 yr. ago Lightuke After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed" I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."
ᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ⁽ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴸᵃᵗᶤᶰ ᶜᶤᵇᵘˢ˒ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᶠᵒᵒᵈˢ⁾ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ ᵃˢ ˢᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ⁽ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ˒ ˢᶤ̂ᵗᵒˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ/ᵒʳ ᵈʳᶤᶰᵏ ᴮʳᵃᶰᶜʰᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵒᶠ ᶤᶰᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ ᴾᵃᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶻʸᵐᵃʳᶤᵏᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃᵍᵒᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᶤᵖˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶠᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹʸᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵃᶜᶜʰᵃʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡˡ ᶤᵗᵉᵐˢ # ᴬ ᴮ ᶜ ᴰ ᴱ ᶠ ᴳ ᴴ ᴵ ᴶ ᴷ ᴸ ᴹ ᴺ ᴼ ᴾ ᵠ ᴿ ˢ ᵀ ᵁ ᵛ ᵂ ᵡ ᵞ ᶻ ᴬ ᴬᵇᶻᶤᶜʰᵉᵉᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᶜᵉʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᶜʳᶤˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡᵃᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡˡᶤᵘᵐᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡᵗʰᵃᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᶰᵃᵖˢʸᵗᶤᵏᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵖᶤᵉᵐᵉᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵖᶤᵒᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵠᵘᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵃᶜʰᶤᵇᵘᵗʸʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵃᵏᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵒᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵘᵇᵉʳᵍᶤᶰᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮ ᴮᵃᵍᵉˡᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵃᶰᵃᶰᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵉᶤᵏᵒᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᶤᶠᵗᵉᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᶤˢᵏᵒᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵒᵒᵇᵉʳᵒᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮʳᵒʷᶰᶤᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵘʳʳᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜ ᶜᵃᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶠᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᵏᵉᵈᵖᵃᶰˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃˡᵃᵐᵘˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶰᵈʸᶜᵃᶰᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶰᵈʸᶜᵒʳᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵉˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃʳᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃʳʳᵒᵗᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᶤᶜˡᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᶤˡᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᶜˣʸᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᶤʳᶤᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᶤʳᵒᵐᵉʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᵗᵈᵒᶰᵏᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰʸᵐᵒᵐᶤˡᵒᵘᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰʸᵐᵒᵖᵒʳᵗᵒᵏᵃˡᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒᶠᵉˢᵗᶤᶰᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒˡᵃˡᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵒᶜᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵒʳᵖᵒʳᶤᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵉˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʳᵃᵖᵒˢᵃᶰᵈʷᶤᶜʰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʳᶤˢᵖˡᵒʷᶠʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʳᵘˢᵗᵘᵐᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵘᶜᵘʳᵇᶤᵗᵃᶜᵉᵃᵉᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵘᶜᵘʳᵇᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵘᵖᶜᵃᵏᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰ ᴰᵉʰʸᵈˡᵉᵍʳᶤᵗʰˡʸᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᶤᵖˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᵒᵘᵇᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᵘˡᶜᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴱ ᴱᵍᵍᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵘˢᵐᵃˣᶤᵐᵘˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠ ᶠᵃʲᶤᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠᵃˢᵒˡᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠˡᶤᵗᶻᵃᶰᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʳᵃᵍᵃʳᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʳᵃᵒᵘˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʳᵘᶜᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʸᵏᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠɤᵖᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳ ᴳᵃˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᵃʳᶤᵈᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᶤᵃᵒᵘʳᵗᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᶤᶰᵍᵉʳᵇʳᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳˡᵉᶤᶠᶤᵗᶻᵒᵘʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᵘˢᵗᵃᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴴ ᴴᵃˡᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴴᵃᵐᵇᵘʳᵍᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴵ ᴵᶜʰᵗʰʸᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴵᵉᶰˢᶤᵐᵖᵉᵗʳᵒᵛᵉˢᵗʳᶤᵖᵃᵗᵉʳᵃᵈˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴶ ᴶᵉˡˡʸᵇᵉᵃᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴶᵘᶰᵏᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷ ᴷᵃˡᵃᵐᵖᵒᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵉʳᵃˢᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵉᵗˢᵃᵖᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷʳᵉᵐᵃᵏᵃˡᵃᵐᵖᵒᵏᶤᵒᵘᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵘᵐᵠᵘᵃᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵘʳᵇᵉʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸ ᴸᵃᶜʰᵃᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵃᶜᵘᵗᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵉᵐᵒᶰᵃᵈᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᶤᵖᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵒᵠᵘᶤᵗᵘʳᶜᶤᵇᵘˢᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵒᵘᵏᵃᶰᶤᵏᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵒᵘᵏᵒᵘᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵃ̈ʳᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹ ᴹ&ᴹᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃᶜᵃʳᵒᶰᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃᵍᵉᶤʳᵒᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃᵍᶤᵒᶰᵉᶻᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃˡˡᶤᵗᶤᵍʳᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃˡᵘˢᵈᵒᵐᵉˢᵗᶤᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᶜᴰᵒᶰᵃˡᵈᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᶜᴰᵒᶰᵃˡᵈˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵉᵍᵃᵇʳᵘᶤˢᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵉᵗʰʸᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵒˢᶜʰᵒˡᵉᵐᵒᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵒᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵒᵘˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵘᶠᶠᶤᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹʸᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹʸʳᵗᶤˡᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴺ ᴺᵃᵇᶤˢᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴺᵃᶜʰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼ ᴼᵃᵗᵐᵉᵃˡ⁻ᴳᵘʸᴾʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼᵉᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼʳᵉᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼˢᵒˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼˢᵗʳᵃᶜᵒᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼᵛᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼᵛᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾ ᴾᵃᵍᵒᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃˡᵐᵃʳᶤᵃ ᴾᵃˡᵐᵃᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃᵗᵃᵗᵃᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵉᵐᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵉᵖᵖᵉʳˡᵘᶜᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵉᵖᵖᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾʰᵒᵇᵒʷᶤᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᶤᶻᶻᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵒᵖᶜᵒʳᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵒᵖˢᶤᶜˡᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾˢᵒᵐᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵠ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵃᵈᶤˡˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴿ ᴿᶤᵍᵃᵗᵒᶰᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴿʸᶻᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢ ˢᵃᶜᶜʰᵃʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵃᵍᶤᵒᵘᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᴬᵁˢᴬᴳᴱᴬᴴᵡᴾᴴᴼᴮᴵᴬ ˢᶜʰᶰᵉˢˢᵉᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᶤᶰᵃᵖᶤᵛᶤʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᶤᵗᵃʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵏᶤᵗᵗˡᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵐᵉᵒᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵖᵃᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵖˡᵉˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵇᵘᶜᵏˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀ ᵀᵃᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᶤᵍᵃᶰᶤᵗᵉᵖᵃᵗᵃᵗᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᶤᵍᵃᶰᵒᵖˢᵒᵐᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᶤᵐᵐᶤᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᵒʳᵗᶤˡˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᵘᵇᵉʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵁ ᵛ ᵛᵃᶠˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵃᶰᶤˡˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵃᵗᵒᵐᵒᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᶤᵛᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵒᵈᶤᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵒᵘᵗᶤᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵒᵘᵗʸʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵡ ᵡᵒᶜᵒˡᵃᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵞ ᵞʳᵒᵘˣᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵞᵁᴹᴹᵁᴷᴿᴵˢᴾᴱᴴᴷᴿᴱᴹᴹᴱᴾᴴᴼᴮᴵᴬ ᶻ ᶻʸᵐᵃʳᶤᵏᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶻʸᵗʰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ
StressedAfraid_ My husband and I watched our daughter play in the park. We knew she was the perfect one to take home.
Gᴏᴛ ᴀ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɪᴛ. Lᴀᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ, ᴀs ʜɪs ʙᴇғᴜᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ Pᴀ. "Sᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴛs. Hᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ 'ᴇᴍ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴄᴛ. Wᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Wᴇʟʟ, I ʀᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Hᴇʀᴇ—" Mᴀ, ᴡɪᴘɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ, ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴏᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴇɪʀʟᴏᴏᴍ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs sʜᴀᴅᴇ. Dʀᴇssɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡʟʏ ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴡɪғᴇ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴏɴ. "Bᴏʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛs ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ. Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ..." Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴏʏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ғᴀᴛᴇ. Hɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛs. Lᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴀᴋᴇ, sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. Lᴏᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍʙᴇᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛs.
People may like horror for many different reasons. Personification of non-human's, perspective, etc. There's some considerate guidelines to take in-to account. Of course, horror's meant to be scary, but not to frightening as to cause panic attack. Trigger warnings may give away the ending or some plot twist. Here are some tips: ~Profanity. Can say like 'oh dear' or something. ~Gore, avoiding unnecessary graphic detail. ~Animals. Can be something like 'the dog growls at presence of ghost' ~Self harm, etc. You can, however, have a character sacrifice oneself. ~Abuse (like exploitation, arranged marriage) although you can imply abduct, poison, etc. ~Stereotyping groups (portraying certain authorities, religions, cultures, etc. as disrespectful) You can use (with discretion) controversial topics (execution, foeticide, the double effect, etc.) lightly. You can mention potential topics (cannibal, baby death, poisons, apocalypse, etc.) in story insofar as it partains to the plot, but no glorifying trauma. You can have the narrator be the villain, victim, or bystander. Have fun writing, and heed your emotions!

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ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴇɴᴋʀɪᴇɢ2194 • 1 ʏʀ. ᴀɢᴏ Tʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ's ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. "Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ," ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, "ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ."
Today I was at the grocery store with my mom. As we were pushing our cart, I thought I heard a woman sobbing. I turned around. There stood a couple, linked arm in arm, the woman laughing so hard she was crying, and the man with two carrots stuffed up his nose, laughing as well. They were about eighty years old. Their love GMH. May 20. 2010 02:00 PM by Stephanie C. IN
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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‘Next Time You’ll Know Better’ by IPostAtMidnight Have you ever walked into a room, and found a vampire? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink? Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your neck? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories? Well, have you? Perhaps not. But let me rephrase the question: Have you ever walked into a room, and suddenly forgotten why you came in?
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
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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.
My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind. She didn't understand what this meant, so I explained. The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. GMH. Sep 3, 2010 @ 6:00 pm by Sandy, Sydney, Australia
December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee. Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m. crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard. The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Well… Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.
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. I’m going to make sure for everyone on board that it’s their last flight too.
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 parent’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. —Human_Gravy
I was on the bus on my way to the mall, when a homeless man sat next to me. He saw that I was looking at the bouquet of flowers he held, and told me that they were for his wife because today is her birthday. As he got off the bus, he walked into the cemetery and placed the flowers on his wife’s grave. A love that never dies GMH. Apr 6th, 2010
My boyfriend was eager to meet my Mom, despite my various protests. I pulled into the parking lot of the cemetery where she’s buried, expecting him to completely freak out. When we approached her grave, he sat down, said hello, and talked for an hour about how lucky he was to have me. LGMH POSTED 13 YEARS AGO
The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker Author: Jan Harold Brunvand This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home. Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady. The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.
As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag
I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO June 7, 2017 @hellofinah You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken... After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. Cashier makes an odd remark to you: “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...” Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum. Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. “It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says. You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off. “Hello?” “Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too.” “No problem, mum; I’ll be right over…”
My boyfriend, Justin, lost his wallet one day. I texted him good morning at 6 AM, getting a reply saying he was at my school where we were the night before, a good 20 blocks away, looking for it. I wondered what was in it that made him so eager to find it… I found it at my house. No money, no change. Just the first letter I had ever written him. May 2nd, 2010
3 days ago, my best friend died. 2 days ago, I found that she was an organ donor. 1 day ago, I heard that a nine year old boy now had her heart. Today, I met that nine year old boy. He told me that because he had my best friend’s heart, he’d be my best friend now. My best friend and him GMH. POSTED 13 YEARS AGO
When my sister was younger she came home from school one day and demanded I take her to the library so she could get books on sign language. I asked why? She told me there was a new kid at school who was deaf and she wanted to befriend him. Today I stood beside her at their wedding watching her sign “I DO”. GMH Feb 1st, 2010
r/TwoSentenceHorror Deiun ...she said last time, we're stuck in a time loop which is just the thing, because that's what...
"Tʜᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀᴇʏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ɪɴ sɪʟᴋ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴍᴜғғʟᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ɢʀᴇᴡ ғᴀɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴇᴡ ʟᴀʏᴇʀ." —ᴘᴀʀᴛ_ᴛɪᴍᴇ_ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ
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...
‘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.”
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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"I wanted to scream, but I have no mouth."
Tinder is completely useless, and I don't have a single match. If I don't find another way to start a campfire tonight, I'll freeze to death. (tumblr) 🖤
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.
I Begged You “Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say. clean conscience. That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly. —stellarpath
I hate my appearance. I was working at McDonalds the other day and while a lady was paying, her 3 year old daughter tugged on her mother's skirt, pointed at me and said, "look mommy, a princess!" The mom said, "why do u say that?" Then the girl replied, “She's BEAUTIFUL!” Her innocent LGMH Jul 15, 2013 at 10:30pm by Anonymous
20 OCTOBER 2010 VIA LoveGivesMeHope lovegivesmehope: givesmehope: My best friend died in a car accident on his way to deliver me soup for my cold. Found in the car was also a bouquet of flowers and a card that read: “We’ve been best friends for the last 5 years. Now, let’s be lovers for the next 50.” Unforgettable LGMH
LOVEGIVESMEHOPE TEXT POST I was crying one night and my 10-year-old sister was listening to me at the door. She must’ve overheard me saying that all I needed in my life was just one hug a day. Now, every night before my little sister goes to bed, she looks for me just to tell me she loves me and then she’ll hug me. Emily, your LGMH. 13 YEARS AGO ON AUGUST 13, 2010 AT 10:52 AM
April 16th, 2013, 4:17 AM I was having lunch with my boyfriend and was telling him how I was scared to loose him He then smiled, got down on one knee and said “How about this, if you promise to grow old with me I promise to never break your heart” We’re now married and happier than ever. His LGMH.
Today my school had a fire drill. I was standing outside with one of the most popular football players, when a Down Syndrome girl came up to him and wanted to hold his hand because she was scared. Happily, he held her hand in front of all his friends back to class. His soft side in front of his boys GMH May 16, 2010 at 12:00pm by Rachel, Griffith IN
My Brenda was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and given 6 months to live. A year later she was still fighting when my grandma was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Brenda spent every second of her last days on Earth caring for her mum. Her selflessness GMH. Jan 1, 2015 at 11:00am by Abigail, Carmel, Indiana
Today I fell and slipped into my community pool, a man jumped into the pool and grabbed me out and started to perform CPR. I was totally fine, I noticed these groups of jocks were laughing at me. Who saved me? The captain of the football team, also known as my crush. His care for people GMH Aug 9, 2013 at 9:30pm by Charlie Jean, Santa Barbara, CA
Horror Confessions @Horror_Fessions "When I was 8 I would hear what seemed like a younger girl calling for me in my back yard, my mom decided to ask around to see if any young boys had the same name as I did, turns out 8 years prior, a girl and her brother with the same name as I were murdered in a courtyard behind our house."
‘Ylim3’ By IPostAtMidnight I've found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighbourhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer and wasn't expected to survive the night. The night I was expected to pass, my whole team surprised me at the hospital. They took shifts, and made sure I always had someone to talk to. 3 years later, they still GMH. Dec 31, 2014 at 11:00pm by spittinmoose
When we were 12, he asked me to marry him. I said no. He asked me to marry him several times after that, even after we attended different colleges. Each time I said no. After 14 years, I finally asked him. We're getting married today. KGMH Jan 7, 2015 at 9:30pm by Anonymous
An Alphabetical List of Phobias A Achluophobia: Fear of darkness Acousticophobiaz: Fear of noise Acrophobia: Fear of heights Aerophobia: Fear of aircraft or flying Agoraphobia: Fear of open places Agyrophobia: Fear of crossing streets Aichmophobia: Fear of sharp or pointed objects Ailurophobia: Fear of cats Algophobia: Fear of pain Amaxophobia: Fear of riding in a car Ancraophobia: Fear of wind or drafts Androphobia: Fear of adult men Anginophobia: Fear of angina or choking Anthophobia: Fear of flowers Anthropophobia: Fear of people or the company of people Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched Aquaphobia: Fear of water. Arachnophobia: Fear of spiders Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection Autophobia: Fear of isolation B Bacteriophobia: Fear of bacteria Barophobia: Fear of gravity Bathmophobia: Fear of stairs Batrachophobia: Fear of amphibians Belonephobia: Fear of needles or pins Bibliophobia: Fear of books Botanophobia: Fear of plans C Cacophobia: Fear of ugliness Catagelophobia: Fear of being ridiculed Catoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors Carcinophobia: Fear of cancer Chemophobia: Fear of chemicals Cherophobia: Fear of happiness Chionophobia: Fear of snow Chiroptophobia: Fear of bats Chromophobia, chromatophobia: Fear of colors Chronomentrophobia: Fear of clocks Chronophobia: Fear of time and time moving forward Cibophobia, sitophobia: Fear of food Claustrophobia: Fear of being trapped with no escape Coimetrophobia: Fear of cemeteries Colorphobia: Chromophobia Coprophobia: Fear of feces or defecation Coulrophobia: Fear of clowns Cyberphobia: Fear of computers, the Internet, and new technologies Cynophobia: Fear of dogs D Decidophobia: Fear of making decisions Defecaloesiophobia: Fear of painful bowel movements Dementophobia: Fear of insanity Demonophobia, daemonophobia: Fear of demons Dendrophobia: Fear of trees Dentophobia: Fear of dentists and dental procedures Diabetophobia: Fear of diabetes Dipsophobia: Fear of drinking Domatophobia: Fear of houses Dromophobia: Fear of crossing streets Dysmorphophobia: Fear of physical defects (either real or imagined) Dystychiphobia: Fear of accidents E Ecclesiophobia: Fear of church Ecophobia: Fear of the home Electrophobia: Fear of electricity Elurophobia: Fear of cats Eisoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors or seeing one’s reflection in a mirror Eurotophobia: Fear of female genitals Emetophobia: Fear of vomiting Enochlophobia: Fear of crowds Entomophobia: Fear of insects Ephebiphobia: Fear of youth Epistaxiophobia: Fear of nosebleeds Equinophobia: Fear of horses Ergophobia, ergasiophobia: Fear of work or functioning Erotophobia: Fear of love Erythrophobia, erytophobia, ereuthophobia: Fear of the color red, or fear of blushing Euphobia: Fear of hearing good news F Febriphobia: Fear of fevers Francophobia: Fear of France or French culture Frigophobia: Fear of becoming too cold G Gamophobia: Fear of commitment, including cohabitation, marriage or nuptials Geliophobia: Fear of laughter Gelotophobia: Fear of being laughed at Geniophobia: Fear of chins Gephyrophobia: Fear of bridges Genophobia: Fear of honeymoons Genuphobia: Fear of knees or the act of kneeling Gerascophobia: Fear of growing old or aging Gerontophobia: Fear of growing old, or fear of the elderly Globophobia: Fear of balloons Glossophobia: Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak Gnosiophobia: Fear of knowledge Gymnophobia: Fear of having no clothes Gynophobia: Fear of women H Hadephobia: Fear of helll Halitophobia: Fear of bad breath Haphephobia: Fear of being touched Hedonophobia: Fear of obtaining pleasure Heliophobia: Fear of the sun or sunlight Hemophobia: Fear of blood Herpetophobia: Fear of reptiles Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia: Fear of the number 666 Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words Hodophobia: Fear of travel Homichlophobia: Fear of fog Hoplophobia: Fear of firearms Hydrophobia: Fear of water Hylophobia: Fear of forests Hypnophobia, somniphobia: Fear of sleep Hypochondria: Fear of illness I Iatrophobia: Fear of doctors Ichthyophobia: Fear of fish Ideophobia: Fear of ideas Iophobia: Fear of poison Isolophobia: Fear of being alone K Kakorrhaphiophobia: Fear of failure Katagelophobia: Fear of ridicule Kenophobia: Fear of empty spaces Kleptophobia: Fear of stealing Kopophobia: Fear of fatigue Koinoniphobia: Fear of rooms full of people Koumpounophobia: Fear of buttons Kynophobia: Fear of rabies L Lachanophobia: Fear of vegetables Leukophobia: Fear of the color white Lilapsophobia: Fear of tornadoes or hurricanes Limnophobia: Fear of lakes Linonophobia: Fear of string Liticaphobia: Fear of lawsuits Lockiophobia: Fear of childbirth Logizomechanophobia: Fear of computers Logophobia: Fear of words Lutraphobia: Fear of otters Lygophobia: Fear of darkness Lyssophobia: Fear of rabies M Mageirocophobia: Fear of cooking Megalophobia: Fear of large things Melanophobia: Fear of the color black Melissophobia, apiphobia: Fear of bees Meteorophobia: Fear of meteors Methyphobia: Fear of alcohol Microphobia: Fear of small things Monophobia: Fear of being alone Mottephobia: Fear of moths Musophobia: Fear of mice Mycophobia: Fear or aversion to mushrooms Myrmecophobia: Fear of ants Mysophobia: Fear of germs, contamination or dirt N Necrophobia: Fear of death or the dead Neophobia: Fear of newness, novelty, change or progress Nephophobia: Fear of clouds Noctiphobia: Fear of the night Nomatophobia: Fear of names Nomophobia: Fear of being out of mobile phone contact Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals Nosophobia: Fear of contracting a disease Nostophobia, ecophobia: Fear of returning home Numerophobia: Fear of numbers Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness O Obesophobia: Fear of gaining weight Octophobia: Fear of the figure 8 Oikophobia: Fear of home surroundings and household appliances Odontophobia: Fear of dentists or dental procedures Ombrophobia: Fear of rain Oneirophobia: Fear of dreams Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes Ophthalmophobia: Fear of being stared at Ornithophobia: Fear of birds Osmophobia, olfactophobia: Fear of odour P Panphobia: Fear of everything or the constant fear of an unknown cause Papyrophobia: Fear of paper Pathophobia: Fear of disease Pedophobia: Fear of babies and children Phagophobia: Fear of swallowing Phallophobia: Fear of masculinity Pharmacophobia: Fear of medications Phasmophobia: Fear of ghosts or phantoms Philophobia: Fear of love Phobophobia: Fear of fear itself or of having a phobia Phonophobia: Fear of loud sounds or voices Podophobia: Fear of feet Pogonophobia: Fear of beards Porphyrophobia: Fear of the color purple Pteridophobia: Fear of ferns Pteromerhanophobia: Fear of flying Pyrophobia: Fear of fire R Radiophobia: Fear of radioactivity or X-rays Ranidaphobia: Fear of frogs Rhypophobia: Fear of defecation Rhytiphobia: Fear of getting wrinkles Rupophobia: Fear of dirt S Samhainophobia: Fear of Halloween Scolionophobia: Fear of school Scopophobia: Fear of being looked at or stared at Selenophobia: Fear of the moon Sexophobia: Fear of the organs for romantic activities Siderodromophobia: Fear of trains or railroads Siderophobia: Fear of stars Sociophobia: Fear of people or social situations Somniphobia: Fear of sleep Spectrophobia: Fear of mirrors Spheksophobia: Fear of wasps Stasiphobia: Fear of standing or walking T Tachophobia: Fear of speed Taphophobia: Fear of the graves or being buried alive Tapinophobia: Fear of being contagious Taurophobia: Fear of bulls Technophobia: Fear of computers or advanced technology Teratophobia: Fear of disfigured people Tetraphobia: Fear of the number 4 Thalassophobia: Fear of the sea, or fear of being in the ocean Thanatophobia: Fear of dying Thermophobia: Fear of high temperatures Tokophobia: Fear of childbirth or pregnancy Tomophobia: Fear of invasive medical procedure Toxiphobia: Fear of being poisoned Tremophobia: Fear of trembling Triskaidekaphobia, terdekaphobia: Fear of the number 13 Tonitrophobia: Fear of thunder Trypanophobia, belonephobia, enetophobia: Fear of needles or injections Trypophobia: Fear of holes or textures with a pattern of holes U Uranophobia, ouranophobia: Fear of heaven Urophobia: Fear of urine or urinating V Vaccinophobia: Fear of vaccination Vehophobia: Fear of driving Venustraphobia: Fear of beautiful women Verminophobia: Fear of germs Vestiphobia: Fear of clothing Virginitiphobia: Fear of abuse W Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft X, Y, Z Xanthophobia: Fear of the color yellow Xenophobia: Fear of strangers, foreigners, or aliens Xerophobia: Fear of dryness. Xyrophobia: Fear of razors. Zelophobia: Fear of jealousy Zeusophobia: Fear of God or gods Zemmiphobia: Fear of the great mole rat.
My boyfriend and I were studying. I leaned forward to type something when my shirt slipped down, revealing part of my undershirt. Barely didn't notice until he reached and gently pulled on the back to cover it up. I looked at him and he shrugged. "I love you. Therefore I respect you." His respect, chivalry, and love GMH Jul 20, 2013 at 11:00pm by Alice
I was reading about a little kid whose mom told him the key to life was happiness When he was in school the teacher asked them to write down what they wanted to be when they grew up. He said happy. They said he didn't understand the assignment. He said they didn't understand life. My generation GMH Sep 4, 2010 @ 7:00 am by kaaadeceBAM
‘A Message From Your Personal Demons’ By MrGarm “I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend.” Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.
Achluophobia: Fear of darkness Acousticophobiaz: Fear of noise Acrophobia: Fear of heights Aerophobia: Fear of aircraft or flying Agoraphobia: Fear of open places Agyrophobia: Fear of crossing streets Aichmophobia: Fear of sharp or pointed objects Ailurophobia: Fear of cats Algophobia: Fear of pain Amaxophobia: Fear of riding in a car Ancraophobia: Fear of wind or drafts Androphobia: Fear of adult men Anginophobia: Fear of angina or choking Anthophobia: Fear of flowers Anthropophobia: Fear of people or the company of people Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched Aquaphobia: Fear of water. Arachnophobia: Fear of spiders Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection Autophobia: Fear of isolation Bacteriophobia: Fear of bacteria Barophobia: Fear of gravity Bathmophobia: Fear of stairs Batrachophobia: Fear of amphibians Belonephobia: Fear of needles or pins Bibliophobia: Fear of books Botanophobia: Fear of plant Cacophobia: Fear of ugliness Catagelophobia: Fear of being ridiculed Catoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors Carcinophobia: Fear of cancer Chemophobia: Fear of chemicals Cherophobia: Fear of happiness Chionophobia: Fear of snow Chiroptophobia: Fear of bats Chromophobia, chromatophobia: Fear of colors Chronomentrophobia: Fear of clocks Chronophobia: Fear of time and time moving forward Cibophobia, sitophobia: Fear of food Claustrophobia: Fear of being trapped with no escape Coimetrophobia: Fear of cemeteries Colorphobia: Chromophobia Coprophobia: Fear of feces or defecation Coulrophobia: Fear of clowns Cyberphobia: Fear of computers, the Internet, and new technologies Cynophobia: Fear of dogs Decidophobia: Fear of making decisions Defecaloesiophobia: Fear of painful bowel movements Dementophobia: Fear of insanity Demonophobia, daemonophobia: Fear of demons Dendrophobia: Fear of trees Dentophobia: Fear of dentists and dental procedures Diabetophobia: Fear of diabetes Dipsophobia: Fear of drinking Domatophobia: Fear of houses Dromophobia: Fear of crossing streets Dysmorphophobia: Fear of physical defects (either real or imagined) Dystychiphobia: Fear of accidents Ecclesiophobia: Fear of church Ecophobia: Fear of the home Electrophobia: Fear of electricity Elurophobia: Fear of cats Eisoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors or seeing one’s reflection in a mirror Eurotophobia: Fear of female genitals Emetophobia: Fear of vomiting Enochlophobia: Fear of crowds Entomophobia: Fear of insects Ephebiphobia: Fear of youth Epistaxiophobia: Fear of nosebleeds Equinophobia: Fear of horses Ergophobia, ergasiophobia: Fear of work or functioning Erotophobia: Fear of love Erythrophobia, erytophobia, ereuthophobia: Fear of the color red, or fear of blushing Euphobia: Fear of hearing good news Febriphobia: Fear of fevers Francophobia: Fear of France or French culture Frigophobia: Fear of becoming too cold Gamophobia: Fear of commitment, including cohabitation, marriage or nuptials Geliophobia: Fear of laughter Gelotophobia: Fear of being laughed at Geniophobia: Fear of chins Gephyrophobia: Fear of bridges Genophobia: Fear of honeymoons Genuphobia: Fear of knees or the act of kneeling Gerascophobia: Fear of growing old or aging Gerontophobia: Fear of growing old, or fear of the elderly Globophobia: Fear of balloons Glossophobia: Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak Gnosiophobia: Fear of knowledge Gymnophobia: Fear of having no clothes Gynophobia: Fear of women Hadephobia: Fear of helll Halitophobia: Fear of bad breath Haphephobia: Fear of being touched Hedonophobia: Fear of obtaining pleasure Heliophobia: Fear of the sun or sunlight Hemophobia: Fear of blood Herpetophobia: Fear of reptiles Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia: Fear of the number 666 Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words Hodophobia: Fear of travel Homichlophobia: Fear of fog Hoplophobia: Fear of firearms Hydrophobia: Fear of water Hylophobia: Fear of forests Hypnophobia, somniphobia: Fear of sleep Hypochondria: Fear of illness Iatrophobia: Fear of doctors Ichthyophobia: Fear of fish Ideophobia: Fear of ideas Iophobia: Fear of poison Isolophobia: Fear of being alone Kakorrhaphiophobia: Fear of failure Katagelophobia: Fear of ridicule Kenophobia: Fear of empty spaces Kleptophobia: Fear of stealing Kopophobia: Fear of fatigue Koinoniphobia: Fear of rooms full of people Koumpounophobia: Fear of buttons Kynophobia: Fear of rabies Lachanophobia: Fear of vegetables Leukophobia: Fear of the color white Lilapsophobia: Fear of tornadoes or hurricanes Limnophobia: Fear of lakes Linonophobia: Fear of string Liticaphobia: Fear of lawsuits Lockiophobia: Fear of childbirth Logizomechanophobia: Fear of computers Logophobia: Fear of words Lutraphobia: Fear of otters Lygophobia: Fear of darkness Lyssophobia: Fear of rabies Mageirocophobia: Fear of cooking Megalophobia: Fear of large things Melanophobia: Fear of the color black Melissophobia, apiphobia: Fear of bees Meteorophobia: Fear of meteors Methyphobia: Fear of alcohol Microphobia: Fear of small things Monophobia: Fear of being alone Mottephobia: Fear of moths Musophobia: Fear of mice Mycophobia: Fear or aversion to mushrooms Myrmecophobia: Fear of ants Mysophobia: Fear of germs, contamination or dirt Necrophobia: Fear of death or the dead Neophobia: Fear of newness, novelty, change or progress Nephophobia: Fear of clouds Noctiphobia: Fear of the night Nomatophobia: Fear of names Nomophobia: Fear of being out of mobile phone contact Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals Nosophobia: Fear of contracting a disease Nostophobia, ecophobia: Fear of returning home Numerophobia: Fear of numbers Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness Obesophobia: Fear of gaining weight Octophobia: Fear of the figure 8 Oikophobia: Fear of home surroundings and household appliances Odontophobia: Fear of dentists or dental procedures Ombrophobia: Fear of rain Oneirophobia: Fear of dreams Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes Ophthalmophobia: Fear of being stared at Ornithophobia: Fear of birds Osmophobia, olfactophobia: Fear of odour Panphobia: Fear of everything or the constant fear of an unknown cause Papyrophobia: Fear of paper Pathophobia: Fear of disease Pedophobia: Fear of babies and children Phagophobia: Fear of swallowing Phallophobia: Fear of masculinity Pharmacophobia: Fear of medications Phasmophobia: Fear of ghosts or phantoms Philophobia: Fear of love Phobophobia: Fear of fear itself or of having a phobia Phonophobia: Fear of loud sounds or voices Podophobia: Fear of feet Pogonophobia: Fear of beards Porphyrophobia: Fear of the color purple Pteridophobia: Fear of ferns Pteromerhanophobia: Fear of flying Pyrophobia: Fear of fire Radiophobia: Fear of radioactivity or X-rays Ranidaphobia: Fear of frogs Rhypophobia: Fear of defecation Rhytiphobia: Fear of getting wrinkles Rupophobia: Fear of dirt Samhainophobia: Fear of Halloween Scolionophobia: Fear of school Scopophobia: Fear of being looked at or stared at Selenophobia: Fear of the moon Sexophobia: Fear of the organs for romantic activities Siderodromophobia: Fear of trains or railroads Siderophobia: Fear of stars Sociophobia: Fear of people or social situations Somniphobia: Fear of sleep Spectrophobia: Fear of mirrors Spheksophobia: Fear of wasps Stasiphobia: Fear of standing or walking Tachophobia: Fear of speed Taphophobia: Fear of the graves or being buried alive Tapinophobia: Fear of being contagious Taurophobia: Fear of bulls Technophobia: Fear of computers or advanced technology Teratophobia: Fear of disfigured people Tetraphobia: Fear of the number 4 Thalassophobia: Fear of the sea, or fear of being in the ocean Thanatophobia: Fear of dying Thermophobia: Fear of high temperatures Tokophobia: Fear of childbirth or pregnancy Tomophobia: Fear of invasive medical procedure Toxiphobia: Fear of being poisoned Tremophobia: Fear of trembling Triskaidekaphobia, terdekaphobia: Fear of the number 13 Tonitrophobia: Fear of thunder Trypanophobia, belonephobia, enetophobia: Fear of needles or injections Trypophobia: Fear of holes or textures with a pattern of holes Uranophobia, ouranophobia: Fear of heaven Urophobia: Fear of urine or urinating Vaccinophobia: Fear of vaccination Vehophobia: Fear of driving Venustraphobia: Fear of beautiful women Verminophobia: Fear of germs Vestiphobia: Fear of clothing Virginitiphobia: Fear of abuse Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft Xanthophobia: Fear of the color yellow Xenophobia: Fear of strangers, foreigners, or aliens Xerophobia: Fear of dryness. Xyrophobia: Fear of razors. Zelophobia: Fear of jealousy Zeusophobia: Fear of God or gods Zemmiphobia: Fear of the great mole rat.
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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago CalebVanPoneisen While tidying up my girlfriend’s apartment I found a purple diary labelled “Boyfriends Whom Dare to Look”. Unable to resist the temptation my heart raced, at the sight of names and dates marked with red but before I could fully process it's meaning, a voice be- hind me chuckled “It’s time to break up,” as a sharp object pierced my back.
“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield
“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I stood in- front of the mirror, there was no one staring back at me.” -Lucas Smelser
Mother Warned Me Mother always warned me not to cross the street. Mother warned me about those types of things. She said bad men would kidnap me, take me away. I guess she was right, in a way. I crossed one day, because I was never a good child, and several men came out and picked me up and asked me many questions. I don’t know why she never wanted me to cross the street. All the men wore blue and had badges. I don’t know why they put silver bracelets on Mother. I don’t know why Mother attempted to bite one of them. I don’t know a lot of things, I suppose. And years later, I’ll never know why she made me call her Mother.
29TH JUNE 2010 2 years ago, he sat behind me in class. 18 months ago, I gave him his first kiss. 12 months ago, my leukemia came back. Yesterday, he gave me his kidney. We’re still in high school. His LGMH.
POSTED 13 YEARS AGO I found out 20 years ago I would never be able to have kids due to radiation treatment. 9 months ago my 15 year old sister found out she was pregnant. My whole family encouraged to abort, but she refused. Today my husband and I brought home this beautiful baby – not as our niece, but as our daughter. My sister’s selfless love GMH. POSTED 13 YEARS AGO
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago netflixandskill my son was reported missing last week they found him but it's not my son
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.
I thought telling the genie “I want to live forever” But the universe went dark 3 billion years ago by douggold11
July 27th, 2010, 3:46 AM Today, my boyfriend came over and met my parents. Then he left, and my Dad told me that my boyfriend loved me. I smiled and asked, “How do you know?” He said, “Because he looks at you the same way I look at your Mother.” Love GMH
I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about. by KMApok 'Why is there bad in the world?' It’s a common question, but it is misplaced. Light and dark. Without one, the other cannot exist. I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it. I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do. 'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...' Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. For balance. The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of... You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts. Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..
I was at the mall the other day when I saw an old couple sitting together. The man looked over at the woman and said, “Jane, we did it. We grew old together.” The look in her eyes GMH. Jan 9th, 2010
When I was 13, a bunch of girls decided to lock me into the gardening house. The sprinklers poured down, leaving me scared, wet, cold, and crying. A boy punched through the glass and, carried me to the school nurse, even with a bleeding, broken hand. My now-husband’s courage GMH Mar 11th, 2010
-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
r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago drforged ↓ “Have you ever seen a monster?” My son asked, as I tucked him in “No” I answered, as I looked into his many yellow eyes...
Rowlie from on BoredPanda.com ↓ ↓ It's freezing and dark, the constant movement is making me nauseous, everything hurts, I'm lonely and scared I wish I didnt' ask for my ashes to be spread into the ocean...
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.
ᵗʰᵉʷʰⁱᵗᵉᶠᵃᵉ ᴼᵘʳ ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ᴵˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗˢ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᵃ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁿ⸴ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ᵇᵉ⸴ ⁱᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵘʳᶠᵃᶜᵉ? ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ⸴ ᵃ ᵈᵒᵒʳʷᵃʸ? ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʷᵒ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᴱᵃʳᵗʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ⠘ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳʷᵃᵗᵉʳ‧ ᔆᵒ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵒʳ‧ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵉʳᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠˡⁱᶜᵏᵉʳ‧ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵘᵇᵐᵃʳⁱⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᔆᵒᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵘᵖ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ʷⁱˡˡ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉⁿᵍᵘˡᶠᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ‧
r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 hr. ago AnonymousNeverKnown ↓ 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.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago kaoru-aeli They pointed at me, laughing and calling me "four-eyes". They weren't laughing after I decided to revealed 82 more.

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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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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.
Today my aunt found out she's having a girl She told me she was upset, I asked why She said "I don't think anyone can live up to be as great as you, but then I remember that she will have you to look up to and to become as wonderful" My aunts love for me GMH:) Jul 15, 2013 at 4:00am by Ashley S
I see the death of everyone I meet. (Written by JJX2525, from Reddit) SHARED JUN 05 I see the death of everyone I meet. Once, when I was in kindergarten, I got booted out of class for telling the new girl Abigail that she smelt bad̳. I remember it vividly – a bloody-burny-boozy smell that hit me the moment she came in. Abigail burst into tears and I got a stern lecture on telling lıes. But it wasn’t a lie. My little nose had leapt forward ten years into the future, where a teenage Abigail would drunkenly plough her parent’s Mitsubishi straight into the front of an oncoming bus. When we met again in middle school I smelt it a second time, along with the song she’d be playing on the radio – five seconds of a generic disco beat. The last thing she’d hear. I know it’s bad҉ to say, but I think there’s something sacred about it. There’s nothing more personal then someone’s last̀ moments of lífe. I try not to take it for granted. It’s hard, sometimes, though, especially once I got older and better at it. Along with smells came sounds, sights, and even feelings, though that last one was rare. In this day and age most people go to their dEath with pastel colours and blinking machines and a faint whiff of hand sanitizer, their brains too fizzled to know what’s about to happen. There are exceptions. Like Abigail, or my middle school gym teacher, who was going to dıe with a deafening bang in a rush of mad courage. I couldn’t hear a word of his opening lecture because my ears were still ringing. Suıcıde will do that to you. Have I ever told anyone? Of course not. Can you imagine? Even if they did believe me, which I doubt, it wouldn’t be long before curiosity got the better of them. They’d want to know what I saw in them. Which is fine for the heart attacks and the quietly-in-their-sleeps, but what do you say to a m√rder? And no you can’t change it, don’t ask me because I already tried, I already tried and you can’t beat the system. You just can’t. I already lost someone to that. Her name was Phoebe and she was in my History class at community college. It was a prettɥ small place and I knew most of the other kids there – except for her. We weren’t on speaking terms because every time she came within a few feet of me I got the urge to vom1t. It was motion sickness, but also something worse – fear. Hers was the worst fear I’d ever felt in another human being. I could hardly stand to be in the same room as her. I managed to avoid her for a couple months, until one day when she arrived late to class. She apologised and looked around, before striding to the back of the room and sitting beside me. There was nothıng I could do. I felt it all. The nausea, the terror, and a vision too, of me stuck fast in my seat as I hurdles headlong flaming out of the sky – the ocean rushing up towards me – screaming, then – Smack. Nothıng. When I came to she was glaring at me. ‘What is your problem?’ she whispered. ‘What?’ I asked, the uneasiness subsiding. ‘I don’t –‘ ‘If you don’t like̢ me then just say so. Quit pretending to be ıll all the time.’ ‘Huh?’ I sat up, trying to get a better look at her. We’d never been this close before. She was pretty. I hadn’t thought about how I must look to her, running away every time she got close. ‘I swear it’s not on purpose.’ I said. ‘I’m sick͞ a lot. It isn’t you.’ ‘Sure.’ she said, looking back towards the front of the front of the class. ‘Honestly.’ I said. ‘Let me – let me make it up to you.’ She raised her eyebrows. ‘Seriously?’ And that was the start of it. Within a month we were official. It was the happiest time of my life. The sicknesses didn’t go away, but it subsided after a couple minutes, and she stopped taking it personally after a while. Dashing to the bathroom became part of the routine on dates. We did everything together, all the couple things – movies, dinners, walks. It was my first serious relationship. I convinced myself that her dEath – whatever it was – was still years into the future. For a while, anyway. At the start of the summer she told me she was going to visit her grandparents out of state. ‘The flight’s on Monday. I won’t be gone much more than a week.’ ‘Flight?’ I repeated. ‘Yeah.” she replied. ‘Hey, what’s wrong with you?’ I convinced her to take a road trip. I can’t remember the exact excuse I gave. Some nonsense about expenses, life experience, our ‘carbon footprint’. How it took me that long to guess it could be a plane crash I’ll never know. I was in too deep, I guess. But whatever it was I said she must have seen I was serious. She rented a red mini from the local garage and, after we’d packed it up, I kissed her goodbye and said it was the right decision. ‘Okay.’ She laughed. ‘Weirdo.’ Straight after she left I got the urge to call her, but I told myself I was being overprotective. I worked for a few hours, then flopped down in front of the TV. I watched bad reality shows until I got bored, then flicked to the local news station just in time to see the breakıng story of a twelve car pile-up on a suspension bridge, when a truck driver dozing at the wheel had strayed out of his lane, clipping the corner of a passing car which swerved into another, triggering a chain of collisions which ended tragically when – some viewers may find this footage disturbing – a red mini was forced over the side, plummeting into the ocean beloɯ..
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 got my first boyfriend at age 16, and soon after I was diagnosed w/ multiple sclerosis. Soon after, I developed a bad limp and have trouble walking. But, he's stayed with me for 5 years. He still takes care of me and tells me I'm beautiful everyday. Now, we're engaged. GMH - 2009-06-08 by (012)
r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 hr. ago villianrules After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer. It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.
I was visiting my 90 yr old grandparents, when my grandmother mentioned they’d just celebrated 65 years of marriage last month. I said, “That’s a lot of years!” My grandfather replied, “Not nearly enough!” Loving each other from WWII til today GMH. Dec 1st, 2014
In 1989 a woman gave birth to a girl who had down syndrome, and a hole in her heart and stomach. She died 3 years later. Her next child was miscarried. She got pregnant again and was told to have an abortion that refused even though she knew the risks were high for her and the baby. Here I am 14 years later, perfectly healthy. Mom, your LGMH Dec 1st, 2014
22 years ago, a 16 year old girl was pregnant with a baby. Understanding the circumstances, her parents told her to abort or be disowned. Her best friend - her 18 year old neighbour - although he was not the father, stepped into the father figures shoes. They got married 2 years later. Mom and Dad, your love for me, and for each other, GMH. Dec 1st, 2014
My best friend's grandma had been fighting Alzheimer's for about 10 years, and she barely remembered her husband of 64 years. Last night, she miraculously found her husband's hospital room (he was dying of cancer) and climbed into his bed. They died together that night. Fairy tale love GMH May 3rd, 2010, 5:21 PM
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