forum writing challenge: write a horror story in just two sentences.

Started October 30, 2020 by @nebula__ group

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My dog whines at the front door, wanting in.
I plug my ears tighter and shut my eyes, because I buried my dog last week.

I’m choking on blood.
It’s not mine.

Apparently nobody’s been able to sleep because of the tapping coming from outside. It’s odd because we’re in a submarine.

Today, two more girls went missing. I can hear them yelling from inside my basement…

Please, stop crying, sis… You're supposed to be dead, for fuck's sake!

Sometimes people will ask me what happens after death, I don't tell them but I know. It starts with the body slowly decaying.

I washed the bedding after my husband died.
In the morning, the sheets next to me were rumpled and smelled like him.

I was always fine with eating roadkill. Until my sister's ball rolled to the middle of the road.

AHEEEHEE sorry for lateness lol

The turkey's are in the graveyard, and they're looking hungry. You should run.

I sat there listening to the sounds of screaming on the roller coaster. Funny, the ride hasn't started and im the only one on the ride.

I gave him a warm, encouraging smile. He smiled back while plunging the knife into my abdomen.

She sat there in my arms crying while i was smiling. The knife and my hands are really bloody, lemme go wash that off.

Come on over here, buddy. Being a sleep paralysis demon gets pretty lonely sometimes.

I hid under my covers as the door creaked open. Who knew nightmares could come true.

My dog keeps scratching at the door, wanting to be let in. I cover my ears and sob, knowing that he died a year ago.

She came toward me. Shes been dead since I was one, where did she come from??

She grabbed onto my leg, pleading to me. Then, she began dragging me into the endless void under the bed…

My dog keeps scratching at the door, wanting to be let in. I cover my ears and sob, knowing that he died a year ago.

LMAO how did we do like the same thing

My dog keeps scratching at the door, wanting to be let in. I cover my ears and sob, knowing that he died a year ago.

LMAO how did we do like the same thing

Oh crap, I didn't even notice that we did the same thing. I don't have a clue how that happened-

My dog keeps scratching at the door, wanting to be let in. I cover my ears and sob, knowing that he died a year ago.

LMAO how did we do like the same thing

Oh crap, I didn't even notice that we did the same thing. I don't have a clue how that happened-

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“There was a rumor that ghosts could communicate with babies. They murdered mine.”

i visit my friends for Halloween, like always. They say "Go away, you died last year!"

"why are you calling me? mom, you gotta let me go, i died 3 years ago."

I want to see the it again. We can look inside the sun and look down on the heavens.

I want to see the it again. We can look inside the sun and look down on the heavens

*I want to see it again

Death is inevitable. I just speed the processes up.

Death is black and white with Heaven and Hell, Good and Bad, Evil vs Hero. So, where do the morally wrong people I murder go?

“He said it was supposed to be a staring contest. I can’t blink.”

“She pleaded for me to stop. But like they say, if you stop at one murderer you’re no better than the rest.”

Her skin felt like plastic, cold to the touch as she lie unmoving in a pool of candy-like red. Then her eyes blankly fluttered open, buttonlike and dead.