2 Sentence Funny Horror Stories Novels & Stories

The realization sent a chill down my spine as I struggled to comprehend the horror that awaited us. I struggled to make sense of Peter's words, feeling overwhelmed by the horror that awaited us. The idea that the rogue Lycan had transformed its victims into bloodthirsty creatures seemed unimaginable. My mind raced, desperately trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. "But you said in the beginning that there were dead bodies in the woods." I stammered, trying to piece together the puzzle.

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!"

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

Gulping, he turned to the driver and asked, “How did the dummy get under there?” The driver’s face had turned as white as a sheet. “F-From the s-side, s-s-sir,” he stuttered helplessly, “It w-was so s-sudden and… Sir, you don’t think t-this r-road is h-h-haunted, right?” The three men managed to become more ashen than they already were as the driver’s words hung in the air. Then, Howard pointed behind William and let out a shriek. “Mr. Brown—b-b-behind you!”

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.

Some bodyguards often see it sitting alone at a table at night time when there's no one. Rumor has it that the ghost looks like an ordinary human, but moments later, its lips will be torn up to the ears, and its mouth will gape like a pot with the lid opened. The foul-smelling black gooey thing will come from his mouth, and then his eyeballs will come out, rolling down the feet of the person who saw it. Hayden shook his head again; he was unable to continue the story. It's not that Hayden was scared. It's just that his mind likes to play a trick on him when he imagines something. His mind would exaggerate what he was thinking then Hayden would scream in surprise at just seeing a black shadow

She munched her sandwich with some questions started emerging in her mind. Frank giggled. “Don’t tell me that he is a vampire that living in the mansion behind your family land!” He shook his head and was aware that Sonya’s fantasies to some extent, were weird and too magical to be true. He remembered Sonya’s imaginative story about a vampire who was living in the old mansion behind her family land after they spent their time watching an old horror movie when they were teenagers.

Bill didn’t even spare her a glance and just continued on walking. “You are scaring me. Why are you taking me here? Are you a vampire? Are you gonna suck my blood and leave me dead here? Gosh. Or are you going to bury me alive here?” Her body was frightened of her thoughts. She was with a stranger, in the dark, at the cemetery, Whoaah! It’s a complete setting for a horror movie. “Yes. I will bury you here if you don’t stop talking. Will you please shut up? You are exploding my ears.” Bill was obviously running out of patience.

*** “Sam Higgins says this place is haunted. Says people see lights in the woods an hear screams at night, shit like that.” Scott paused just inside the basement and touched the rotten door-frame. “Sure. Whatever.” “Sam don’t lie. He’s okay.” Scott shrugged. “I guess, but I’m tellin ya . . . it ain’t haunted. Wise up, chief.” Jesse swung his empty plastic bag at Scott. “You wise up, fart-knocker . . . ” Scott dodged, slipped, and bumped against a table next to the door, knocking over a glass jar. It hit the floor and shattered.