Two Sentence Horror Stories Examples Novels & Stories

Inside the mansion, one of Alexa's faithful servants, timidly entered Alexa's bedroom, calling out, "My lady? What do you want to eat for lunch?" The bedroom, silent and still, offered no reply. Her eyes then fell upon the bed, the blankets soaked with dark, ominous stains. A scream tore from her throat, raw and filled with terror when she realized it was blood, someone's under the blanket, bleeding to death, she thought. She stumbled out of the bedroom into the hallway, her face ashen, her scream still echoing louder off the walls. The sound was a beacon of horror, drawing the inhabitants of the mansion from their afternoon rest. Jean, Gilbert, and Renata, among others, converged in the cor

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

neo Apr 2015 werewolf thoughts at midnight there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps?

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

Or worse? The scenarios that raced through my head were like a rerun of a horror film with each one getting scarier than the last. Was she somewhere without a signal? Had she been in an accident? Had someone done something? Then Panic struck, a chilling creeping feeling that began at my toes and quickly ascended to my chest. My breath caught in my throat and became shallow. All my mind could produce was a whirlpool of horrifying possibilities as it searched for a rational explanation—any explanation that did not involve catastrophe. The idea made the elaborate patterns on the wallpaper swim before my eyes and gave me a new wave of nausea.

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

Patty groaned with visible frustrations on her face. " Let's just tell some horror stories." My eyes lightened up as I hear horror stories. I love horror stories too. Sheena usually tells me something about horrors. At first, I'll cover my ears and pretend I didn't hear anything from her but sooner it wonders me and catch my interest. I sometimes read one-shot horror stories.

’ I handed her the leftovers and left her alone. ‘Aren’t you going to eat?’ ‘I have lost my appetite.’ ‘Morning chomee.’ Anna greeted me the next day. ‘I’m sorry for arguing with you last night. It is just that I have heard horrible stories about people disappearing without a trace in this God-forsaken city and I worry a lot about you. You and I are like sisters.’ ‘Come on friend, God-forsaken? It is not that bad; you just need to get used to it.’

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.