Your best, two-sentence horror story

The camera flashed. The sky blinked.

I heard my mother calling me from the kitchen; dinner was ready. She just left for a party ten minutes ago.

I thought dying in a car-crash would be the worst way to go. That is, until I woke up again.

Today, while on my daily summer-walk through a flourishing flower field as usual, I stopped. After a couple of minutes of looking around, I asked out loud "Man...where did the bees go?"

I tried so hard. I got so far.

But in the end, it doesn't even matter.

Humankind seemed to be doomed, when the great old ones awoke. Then, we remembered the nuclear warheads.

We thought we were facing the greatest crisis humanity had ever known when the things from beyond invaded Earth. Then we found out what they were running from.

Everyone knows by now that To Serve Man is a cookbook. What they don't know is that it's actually a translated edition of a book from Earth.

Edited by M84 on Sep 25th 2019 at 12:43:41 AM

If the screaming wasn't so unpleasant this freedom would have been amazing. It would be unpolite to wake up the whole neighbourhood, so you better figure a way to stop your body from trying to gouge its own eyes out.

A life of chastity, diligence and virtuous living in general, with the whole civilized world mourning him. Too bad the saint ended up in Hel.

Edited by Millership on Oct 12th 2019 at 6:04:04 PM

There's many things you can find when you go to check in your mailbox. A lit stick of dynamite shouldn't be one of them.

Edited by TitanJump on Oct 12th 2019 at 6:22:43 PM

They say birdsong is a peaceful sound to hear in the morning. It becomes less peaceful when you're small.

Still shaken from her suicide, I called Amy's voicemail so that I can hear her voice again. Then I heard her growl: "You said we'll do it together....."

I woke up strapped to a chair, the purple woman standing right in front of me. She smirked at me as she pulled out a familiar stick of gum.

As soon as I heard of the shooting at his school, I frantically called my brother. "Pick up, Nikolas, pick up....."

1. My doctor tells me I have beautiful eyes. I wish he would give them back.

2. I love the stars in the night sky. I'm almost glad they didn't finish burying me.

3. Every day I look in the mirror and wonder about my reflection. Why hasn't it come back?

4. Carrots are my favorite vegetable. They remind me of chewing through finger bones.

5. Blood is thicker than water. It makes for a better bath.

He hates me with such a vehement passion that it consumes his very existence, and would like nothing better than to see me dead. So why does he wear my face?

I went to lock my front door at night, like I always do. The man on the other side got to it first.

By the way, for those of you who want more of these kinds of stories, there's a Reddit thread entirely dedicated to this, called r/twosentencehorrorstories.

"You will not silence me or deny me my identity, I will be who I want to be and there's nothing you can do to erase me!" -unknown author

I should thank you for getting rid of that demon possessing me. He wouldn't shut up about how horrible the things I think about doing are.

I'm colder than I've ever been. At least the breathing down my neck is warm.

Have you ever walked over ants without knowing it? You are a walking horror story for the tiny creatures who can't comprehend your presence and the horrors you have casually brought unto them.

“Didn’t you take a biology class? I thought you knew how to prepare fugu properly.”

Edited by Routeferret on Feb 14th 2020 at 5:16:55 PM

"There's something that I forgot to do today... oh right! Breathing."

Edited by TitanJump on Jan 9th 2020 at 6:42:17 PM

"I've closed my eyes... and I can't open my eyes again."

It's too cold to go swimming in the canal now. So cold that my owner's putting me in a sack to keep me warm.

Edited by Routeferret on Feb 14th 2020 at 5:20:24 PM

She got everything she ever wanted. After her murder, that was.

After calling in sick, I passed out on the floor. With the coffee-machine still on.

You accepted readily when your best friend dared you to jump into the pond. You're beginning to have doubts now, looking into the milky eyes that lie under the water.

The crowd waved at him like a churning sea of red, chanting as one in jubilant fury:

"Four more years!"