2 Sentence Funny Horror Stories Novels & Stories

When my fingers are close enough, I brush them down her cheek. "So young. So naive. My dear little mouse, they talked about how big of a monster I am. They made it sound as if all werewolves are just as horrid. The humans are afraid...and what do humans do when they are afraid? They kill, my sweet pet. They kill. Even though we have been living side by side for thousands of years...that won't matter because they are scared," I say softly, and my little mouse actually blushes due to my touch.

my eyes are filled with tears due to laughing he too started laughing loudly we both laughed like crazy people then we went inside a haunted house now iam scared but I need to hide my fear suddenly weird sounds started oh god iam scared but he is more scared than me I forgotten my fear by looking at his face suddenly a fake skeleton pulled his hand he started screaming lol iam unable to stop my laughing its really funny this guy he is really behaving like a kid iam laughing he catched my hand and running away from the haunted house iam laughing like a crazy person throughout the running process

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

he was so terrified as he told his testimony. The whole place is started to messed up. But the people was living in sight but they were blind by what the truth is. "I'm sure the killer is not just a human he/she is an evil" "We should not let our children go out at night" "Last week I heared from my cousin that there's a dead body in their town,you know what? The dead body was no eyes and her mouth was full of insects and it was weird because her middle finger was gone"

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

The sight before me sends a chill down my spine, making me realize the depth of darkness that lies within someone I had thought I knew. My heart clenches in my chest as one of Alex's men opens the wine barrel, revealing a sight so horrific that it freezes me in place. Inside the barrel lies the lifeless body of a man, drained of blood, his pale and empty eyes staring into nothingness. The scene before me is overwhelming and shocking. I can't believe what I am witnessing. Just moments ago, I was watching a horror movie with my stepbrother and his girlfriend, thinking it was all make-believe. Now, the reality of the situation is sinking in, and it's too much for me to process. The boundary bet

"The perimeter is leaking, and the undead have already found the seam. Clear the courtyard in two days. Every single one." A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the old northern stories—rotting jaws still snapping long after their legs had been severed, hollow bodies that kept tearing and feeding with no scent and no pain. They never stopped. I swallowed the fear rising in my throat and lifted my chin. "Fine. Give me the weapon."

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

Loren tried to convince her two other friends. “I… didn't know that ghost stories were dangerous. All I know is the story of his death…” Thomas seemed to think for a moment. "Yeah... about a schoolboy who likes to party and get drunk, eventually meeting his own death because he choked on his own vomit while sleeping? How ridiculous." Loren laughed. Ria didn't know what this woman's problem was. Over time, she grew to dislike Loren more and more. What's wrong with her? thought Ria. Subconsciously Ria looked at Loren with a frown with a slightly irritated expression.