Novel & Cerita 100 Two-sentence Horror Stories

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

mom and dad try to call their friends and relatives but there is no signal in every part of our house meanwhile, I check out our window if there is something outside of the house as I check the outside, there was this man that is lying on the ground and his companion is a little strange I focus my eyesight firmly to see what’s happening and suddenly blood gush out in the person's body who’s lying on the ground! like in a horror film, my body shivers, and gravely shock at what is happening before my eyes he’s eating the man! my entire body instantly trembled, my sweat suddenly becomes cold and it shook my entire being in fear! “ill check outside if there is a signal, wait for me he- “- Dad, h

Just like when I just arrived here, I curled up in the corner of the room, trying to scrounge together the slightest sense of security. That night, the sound of an ambulance pierced through the silence. A feeling of dread fell over me, and as I opened the door to see what happened, Horace was right there and he kicked me hard. My head hit the door frame, and I could feel warm liquid flowing down my hair onto my neck. "How dare you try and commit murder! If anything happens to Vivian, I'll make sure you end up in jail!" Then, I saw Vivian being sent out on a stretcher, struggling to breathe.

Guests screamed at the horrific sight and scattered, chaos erupting everywhere. Bahira’s body sprouted black, sharp bristles. Huge, hairy limbs began to burst out of her—like a spider’s, but tipped with metal points. With each emerging leg, there was a horrifying creak and a thunderous удар as it slammed deep into the ground, tearing the earth apart. Her body rapidly deformed and reshaped.

‎Two large crimson red eyes staring at me. ‎For a second, I forgot how to breathe. ‎I stepped back, my ankle threatening to give out but I held myself upright. ‎ ‎I tried diverting my eyes, but just like a magnet I found myself unable to resist. ‎My eyes were stuck on those red balls of terror. ‎Next thing I saw was the surfacing of large white fangs curving upward into a smile just beneath the eyes. ‎My eyes doubled in size. ‎A cold sweat broke out instantly, and as if sensing my fear, more crimson eyes surfaced, alongside even brighter, sharper canines.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

As his trembling subsided, he began to share his tale. His voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible over the howling wind. He spoke of a middle-aged man, a stranger he had seen in the hallway, his description so detailed it was as if he was painting a picture with his words. The man's face, his clothes, even the way he moved, every detail was etched into the old man's memory. But the horror didn't end there. The old man claimed that he had witnessed the stranger commit the gruesome act. His voice quivered as he described the brutal scene that unfolded before his eyes, the man transforming into a monstrous being, his humanity slipping away as easily as a snake shedding its skin.

, but no words came out. The look of horror on his face remained unchanged. With an exasperated sigh, the girl twisted her neck around to look behind her. She screamed as a pair of rotting hands yanked her from the back of the truck. Vincent scrabbled backward across the metal truck bed, away from the gruesome monster that had grabbed his girlfriend. The thing’s face was a mass of sores and scabs, and its eyes bulged unnaturally out of an emaciated skull. One word formed in Vince’s brain as the creature’s teeth tore into the girl’s shoulder—zombie! Before he could process anything more, strong hands pulled him over the other side of the truck. An equally horrid face pressed close to his as s

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.