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Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago steelerb56 ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿ ˢᵀᴼᴿʸ. The doomsday preacher at my mom's church predicted the end in 2 months and I shook my head and chuckled. I totally forgot that was two months ago as the oncoming tractor trailer veered into my lane.

BURROWS, Gurney Edwin, b 1912 Jan 31 Scottsbluff Co NE; IR 1971 Jul 1; .....d 1971 Jun 26, tractor accident, Dundy Co NE; Benkelman cem; IR 1971 Jul 1 pg 12 p: BURROWS, Oliver; m McDONALD, Gertrude m 1946 Sep 8 Paris France

KUPKA, Vennie Frank - 28Y single white male farmer - b: Oct 27 1910 Missouri - d: Nov 26 1938 Clinton, Henry Co, MO - fth: V. Kupka, born Czechoslovakia - mth: Bissir Nemoe?, born Czechoslovakia - informant: V. Kupka, Appleton City, MO - cause: accident, caught in tractor belt - bur: Nov 28 1938 Appleton City Cemetery, Appleton City, St. Clair Co, MO - filed as: Vennie F. Kupka, file no: 39289

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Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago CharlieMacchia ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿ ˢᵀᴼᴿʸ. The fifty mannequin heads floating in the pool kind of freaked them out. What freaked them out more was when they started screaming.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 hr. ago SabrinaBrna ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵘᵇʲᵉᶜᵗˢ Grandma always said that the déád don’t talk. After she diεd I learned it was because they could only scream.

My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ r/TwoSentenceHorror Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 15 hr. ago Corgi_dude123 I eagerly stood and waited for the announcement from the man on stage with the groundhog. After the groundhog crept out and was spooked quickly by the shadow, the man with a look of terror on his face meekly muttered “This is different… this means it’s going to be Winter forever…”

Remembering the 1977 Evansville Purple Aces Tuesday, December 13, 1977 was a cold, rainy evening in Evansville, Indiana. Fog was moving in in front of a cold front, and wind gusts whipped across the prairie. The University of Evansville Purple Aces, the men’s basketball team, was preparing to head to a game at Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. But the team had waited over three hours at the airport before their plane arrived. It had been delayed due to inclement weather. The players and their new coach, Bobby Watson, were excited and anticipating this game, thinking it could be the beginning of the holiday turn-around games they were expecting to win... With a 1 – 3 record going into this game, the Aces wanted to prove they had what it would take to bring home a victory, and that their young, optimistic coach was right – in their first season of Division 1 competition they planned to be a force to be reckoned with come spring. And the City of Evansville staunchly supported them! But at 7:22 p.m., on runway 18 at Evansville Dress Regional Airport, all hopes for the team and their coach ended. Within 90 seconds after takeoff, the twin-engine Douglas C-53 (DC-3) chartered to fly the team to Nashville, lost control and crashed in a nearby field. There were 29 people on board, all of whom lost their lives… The hometown basketball team was gone. The horror of the crash rebounded around the city, the state, the Midwest, and the country. The official accident report listed the probable cause of the crash as "An attempted take-off with the rudder and right aileron control locks installed, in combination with a rearward centre of gravity, which resulted in the aircraft's rotating to a nose-high attitude immediately after take-off, and entering the region of reversed command from which the pilot was unable to recover.” The report also stated that the passenger baggage had not been loaded correctly, creating an improper weight balance in the rear of the plane. Of those who were, 14 were members of the Purple Aces basketball team, along with Coach Bobby Watson. Also on board were three student managers, three UE officials, the team’s radio announcer, two fans, and four members of the flight crew, along with the president of the airline. No survivors of the team left, save for one member of the Purple Aces had not been injured. Freshman David Furr, who also served as the team’s statistician, had been sidelined due to an infirmity and was not on the plane that night.. But two-weeks later, Furr and his 16-year-old brother were in a car crash after being hit by a driver. By the end of 1977, all of the members of UE’s Purple Aces were gone. Remembering those who lost their lives in the crash: University of Evansville Coach Robert (Bobby) Watson Purple Aces Players Kevin Kingston, senior John Ed Washington, senior Tony Winburn, senior Steve Miller, junior Bryan Taylor, junior Keith Moon, sophomore Warren Alston, freshman Ray Comandella, freshman Mike Duff, freshman Kraig Heckendorn, freshman Michael Joyner, freshman Barney Lewis, freshman Greg Smith, freshman Mark Siegel, freshman Student Managers Jeff Bohnert Mark (Tank) Kirkpatrick Mark Kniese University of Evansville Officials Bob Hudson, athletic business manager Gregory Knipping, sports information director Charles Shike, comptroller Radio Announcer Marvin (Marv) Bates Fans and Boosters Charles Goad Maurice (Maury) King Flight Crew Members & Airline Representatives Ty Van Pham, pilot Gaston Ruiz, first officer Pam Smith, flight attendant James Stewart, president of National Jet Service, Inc. Bill Hartford, charter flight manager

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..

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Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 16 hr. ago mag2170 The procedure was a success and yet, I feel like my concerns on the trial are b-being sup...suppr... The procedure was a success.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 day ago dreamisland123456 ᶜᵒⁿˢᶦˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵒʳᵉ "I'm getting my revenge!" She screamed, preparing to plunge the kn1fe into my chest. But it's to bad she has the wrong twin.

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.

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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.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago Tasty_Freedom459 Being the first person on the moon is such a amazing experience Being the first forgotten, not so much

r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago Alien-Warrior-52 We were so relieved to find another habitable planet in the galaxy! Apparently, the people there call it “Earth.”

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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

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http://www.irelandoldnews.com/Galway/1909/APR.html ---------- Two youths, Thomas Kelly, 17, and Laurence Curley, 16, in a spirit of play, started to throw potatoes at each other in a Galway potato field. The first named chanced to hit Curley on the back of the head, from the effects of which he died. Kelly, who was brought up at the Galway Assizes charged with his companion's death, was released by Judge Johnson after five minutes' detention. ----------

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago panicRobot ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ "For my third wish, I wish our puppy dogs lived as long as we..." The next day, not a single human over the age of fifteen remained on earth.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago AuthorDuff ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ Mommy, there's something under my bed," the girl yelled. I cûrsêd at myself for being too loud as I watched the mother's feet enter the bedroom.

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ROSARY IN ITALIAN ᔆⁱᵍⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᴺᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵈ ᴵᵒ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁱⁿ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ; ᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᶜʳⁱˢᵗᵒ⸴ ˢᵘᵒ ᵘⁿⁱᶜᵒ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ⸴ ⁱˡ ᑫᵘᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵘ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖⁱᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ⁿᵃᶜᑫᵘᵉ ᵈᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵖᵃᵗᵉ̌ ˢᵒᵗᵗᵒ ᴾᵒⁿᶻⁱᵒ ᴾⁱˡᵃᵗᵒ⸴ ᶠᵘ ᶜʳᵒᶜⁱᶠⁱˢˢᵒ⸴ ᵐᵒʳᵉ̌ ᵉ ᶠᵘ ˢᵉᵖᵒˡᵗᵒ; ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵃᵍˡⁱ ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁱ; ⁱˡ ᵗᵉʳᶻᵒ ᵍⁱᵒʳⁿᵒ ʳⁱˢᵘˢᶜⁱᵗⁿ̌ ᵈᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ; ˢᵃˡᵉ̌ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵉᵈᵉ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ; ᵈⁱ ˡʳ́ ᵛᵉʳʳʳ́ ᵃ ᵍⁱᵘᵈⁱᶜᵃʳᵉ ⁱ ᵛⁱᵛⁱ ᵉ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵗⁱ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁿᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ˡᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜʰⁱᵉˢᵃ ᶜᵃᵗᵗᵒˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ˡᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳᵉᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳⁱˢᵘʳʳᵉᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜᵃʳⁿᵉ⸴ ˡᵃ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴼᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ⸴ ᶜʰᵉ ˢᵉⁱ ⁿᵉⁱ ᶜⁱᵉˡⁱ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵛᵉⁿᵍᵃ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ʳᵉᵍⁿᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ᶠᵃᵗᵗᵃ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵛᵒˡᵒⁿᵗʳ́ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᶜᵒˢᵉ̌ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ‧ ᴰᵃᶜᶜⁱ ᵒᵍᵍⁱ ⁱˡ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᵖᵃⁿᵉ ᑫᵘᵒᵗⁱᵈⁱᵃⁿᵒ⸴ ᵉ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗⁱ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡⁱ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵃⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵉ ⁿᵒⁿ ᶜⁱ ⁱⁿᵈᵘʳʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᵐᵃˡᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴴᵃⁱˡ ᴹᵃʳʸ ᴬᵛᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᵖⁱᵉⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ⸴ ⁱˡ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶜ̌ ᶜᵒⁿ ᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵘ ˢᵉⁱ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᶠʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵈᵒⁿⁿᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᶜ̌ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᵖʳᵉᵍᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒᵗⁱ⸴ ᵃᵈᵉˢˢᵒ ᵉ ⁿᵉˡˡ'ᵒʳᵃ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴳˡᵒʳʸ ᴮᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵃˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵉ ᵃˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ ᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉʳᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖⁱᵒ⸴ ᵒʳᵃ ᵉ ˢᵉᵐᵖʳᵉ ⁿᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵗⁱᵐᵃ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ⁽ᵒᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ⁾ ᴼ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳᵈᵒⁿᵃ ˡᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵖᵉ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᶠᵘᵒᶜᵒ ᵖᵒʳᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵗᵘᵗᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵖⁱᵘ̊ ᵇⁱˢᵒᵍⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵛᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ⸴ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ᵐᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ⸴ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉᶻᶻᵃ ᵉ ˢᵖᵉʳᵃⁿᶻᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ˢᵃˡᵛᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵉ ʳⁱᶜᵒʳʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ⸴ ᵉˢᵘˡⁱ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱ ᵈⁱ ᴱᵛᵃ; ᵃ ᵗᵉ ˢᵒˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱ ᵉ ᵖⁱᵃⁿᵍᵉⁿᵗⁱ ⁱⁿ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵃ ᵛᵃˡˡᵉ ᵈⁱ ˡᵃᶜʳⁱᵐᵉ‧ ᴼʳˢᵘ̊ ᵈᵘⁿᑫᵘᵉ ᵃᵛᵛᵒᶜᵃᵗᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ʳⁱᵛᵒˡᵍⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵍˡⁱ ᵒᶜᶜʰⁱ ᵗᵘᵒⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵒˢⁱ‧ ᴱ ᵐᵒˢᵗʳᵃᶜⁱ⸴ ᵈᵒᵖᵒ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵒ ᵉˢⁱˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ‧ ᴼ ᶜˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᵖⁱᵃ⸴ ᵒ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡᵉ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵉʳⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ⱽⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴹᵒʳᵗᵉ ᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵉ ᵖᵉʳ ⁱ ᵐᵉʳⁱᵗⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵗⁱ ᵖʳᵉᵍʰⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗⁱ ⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵃⁱᵘᵗᵃ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵉⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ 'ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ' ᵖᵘʳᵍᵃᵗᵒʳⁱᵒ ᵉ ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ‧ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵈⁱ ᵃ ᵗᵘᵗᵗⁱ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵛⁱᵛᵉʳᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳⁱʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖˡᵃʳᵉ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ᵛᵒˡᵗᵒ ᵉ ᵃᵐᵃʳᵗⁱ ᵖᵉʳ ˡ'ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿⁱᵗʳ́⸴ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴶᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴸ'ᵃⁿⁿᵘⁿᶜⁱᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵃ ᔆ‧ᴱˡⁱˢᵃᵇᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ⁿᵃˢᶜᵉ ᵖᵒᵛᵉʳᵒ ᵃ ᴮᵉᵗˡᵉᵐᵐᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ʳⁱᵗʳᵒᵛᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᔆᵒʳʳᵒʷᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵃᵍᵒⁿⁱᶻᶻᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵍⁱᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶠᵃˡᵍᵉˡˡᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᶜᵒˡᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶜᵃʳⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵐᵘᵒʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ʳⁱˢᵒʳᵍᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ˢᵃˡᵉ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴸᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ᵃˢˢᵘⁿᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵃ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ROSARY IN ITALIAN

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 can’t remember anything other than constantly making toys, wrapping presents...

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 home…

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.

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I'm 17 and recently lost my mom in a car accident. As I was rambling on and crying about how she wouldn't be there for my wedding or the birth of my children, my fiance lifted up my head and simply said, "Baby, don't worry. She'll have the perfect view." Sam, you GMH. June 24th, 2010, 12:29 AM

Just today, I found out the real reason of my parents’ deaths‎ when I was 10. When our car lost ıt's brakes and was going to crash, they tried to protect me at the last minute. Their bødies were found, covering me while I was non-conscious. Their never ending love truly GMH.

http://www.henrycomo.us/Death%20Records/hdeath.html HAKE, Leonard S. - 38Y married white male farmer - b: Jul 12 1912 Montrose, Henry Co, MO - d: Apr 14 1951 Jefferson Barracks, St. Louis, MO - fth: Anthony J. Hake - mth: Mary Calwei - spouse: Angeline E. Hake - usual res: Rt 2, Fair Grove, Greene Co, MO - informant: VA Hospital Records, Jefferson Barracks, MO - cause: cancer of pharynx - bur: St. Ludger Cemetery, Deepwater Twp, Henry Co, MO - filed as: Leonard S. Hake, file no: 15136 http://www.sos.mo.gov/images/archives/deathcerts/1951/1951_00015132.PDF

The Never Ending Road. In Corona, California there once was a road known by most of the elder locals as the never ending road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. However, over 70 years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen or heard from again. The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate around the 1960’s. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at it's end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bødies of the victims still strapped to their seats. Law enforcement tried to cover up their findings. They closed down Lester road, letting the trees grow where the road once stood and letting the bødies remain in their final resting place.

r/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.

ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ;. ┏ C o n t i n u e ? ┓. r/TwoSentenceHorror Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago Muted-Duck4203 As I stood on top of the cliff I wondered what caused so many people to jump here. Until I felt icy cold hands on my back.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 16 hr. ago 2Casca_2Red Jessica curled up on her bed as her mum cautiously waltzed into the room and said, "I understand wanting to fit in... but I just don't want you to feel like you have to change who you are." That night, surrounded by the leering, fanged smiles of her new friends, Jessica slowly exposed her neck and said, "Do it."

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.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 10 hr. ago Throwayajustcus ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ And just like that, the last star in the Universe whimpered goodnight and left an infinite darkness in it's place. Of all my memories, the one I see most often as I drift through the endless cosmos is the look of pity on the genies face when I told him I wanted to live forever..

r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 hr. ago cruel_winter_soldier ⇩⇩⇩ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵈᵒʷⁿ⇩⇩⇩ When I was young I wished Christmas would never end Now I awake for the 100th day in the grinch’s torture chamber, begging the green fiend for a silent night.

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