2 Sentence Funny Horror Stories Novels & Stories

I told her about the stupid, awful, motherfuckingly plain, cold night of my resurrection. I went on to tell of the warm welcome Harper gave me—warm welcome indeed. She laughs her ass off when I tell her the idiot tried to shoot me cause he thought I was a ghost. I skip the nightmares I used to have because she knows about it. Then I tell her how my idiotic best friend fucked a demon that killed him. When I finish my story, she stares at me like she just saw a ghost—thank God there was no gun around. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask, snapping my fingers in her face.

“Their body was shrunken to almost nothing, bones jutting out of skin and completely devoid of any moisture. Even the blood in their veins dry up and leave them as hard as wood. However, there were some unfortunate ones who got pregnant and they ended up in a far worse state. Instead of dying at once, they died slowly, painfully as the devil’s spawn inside them fed on their life force and then they ate their way out of the mother’s womb.” “Alright mom, that all I need to know. Thanks for creeping me out.” I shuddered, dangerously close to a panic attack. And then my mother burst out laughing, causing my jaw to hit the ground. “Mom!” I whined, the icy grip around my heart disappearing as a wa

Chivalry is really dead. Fortunately, the moon shined brightly and beamed on us so there was enough light, I could hear howling from a distance, as people walked in and out of the club, and the trees and bushes ruffled loudly due to the wind. It was scary, is there a horror movie shooting going on or something that I'm unaware of? Scarlet frowned and pouted as she tapped her head trying to figure it out, then she shrugged her shoulders, "What?" "Imma cashew" We laughed together really loudly clutching our abdomens. Trying to kill our boredom, we started to crack jokes and laugh as were on crack, but now I was running out of them, this was the last I could think of.

Her voice paints pictures in my mind, vivid and colorful, and for a brief moment, I forget about everything else. Some of her stories are funny, and I laugh so hard that I have to clutch my stomach. Others are sad or frightening stories of storms and strange men who wandered through their town. I shiver at those, wondering if I'll ever stop being afraid of shadows. At some point, she catches me stealing a piece of fried chicken from the pan, and she shakes her head at me. "Señorita, patience! You'll burn your tongue." I giggle, putting the piece back like a guilty child. "You can't blame me, it smells too good!"

I sighed and fetched us sandwiches, promising myself I'd sneak in something resembling a vegetable tomorrow. We sat cross-legged in the tent, munching on our gourmet picnic, while Eddie launched into a long, meandering ghost story about a haunted basketball and a boy named Kevin who disappeared because he refused to brush his teeth. "And then," Eddie whispered, flashlight under his chin, "they say you can still hear Kevin's mom yelling from the woods: 'I told you to floss, Kevin!'" I burst out laughing. "That's not even scary!" I said. "Terrifying for Kevin, though."

When I looked back, I found an older woman holding a hoe. Her thick, long hair hung straight down and brushed the ground. It looked extremely unusual. At that moment, I realized that the safe zone had shrunk, and I was standing in a danger zone. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing out here instead of sleeping?” The ghoul lady looked straight at me. I watched as her black hair floated and got close to winding around my neck. My throat was parched. It was a natural fear response. Shaking, I raised the eggs and greens in my hands.

Her fear was palpable, and it piqued my curiosity about what lay beyond the wall. "Why? What's behind the wall?" I asked curiously. Before she answered, she glanced around nervously, as if checking to see if anyone was listening to our conversation. When she noticed that there were no other people around except for us and the child with her, she leaned in closer, "Aside from the vast forest behind the old wall, there are rumors of loud howling sounds like dogs. And you know, there are also whispers about people turning into wolves in that area. Honestly, I don't believe in werewolves, but when my family moved here two months ago, I saw it with my own eyes - a person suddenly turning into a b

“Don’t be afraid.” I forced myself not to laugh and whispered a reminder to him. “That ghost story… was the one I just told.” Kane froze. The awkwardness was impossible to hide on his face, and he slowly placed his hand back on the couch. 【At this moment, a 1.9-meter-tall burly man slowly tucked his feet back under the blanket.】 【I’ve heard this story before, but I’m still scared—what do I do? Wuwu, I don’t dare sleep!】

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Lenox pov Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy. So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true. “No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me.