10 Great Horror Stories in 2 Sentences


A while back I stumbled upon this very nice thread on AskReddit asking “what is the best horror story you can come up in two sentences?”. The simplicity of the stories are enough to give you the chills. Three things dawn on me as I read the stories:

  • Little children can be creepy
  • I’ll have a couple of safeguards in my will for when I die they make sure I’m really dead before burial or cremation
  • Living alone sucks. Being home alone sucks, too.

Well, read on and have a happy Halloween… Bwwaahahahaha!


I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.

Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.

My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don’t have a sister.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open

Being buried alive was bad enough. Realizing I wasn’t alone in my own grave was worse.

My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.

Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.

I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

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