Two Sentence Horror StoriesMy brother and I are joined at the hip. The flies started gathering after his death.Two Sentence Horror Stories1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
My dog came home with an arm. Great, another body to hide.
My father fell down the well. I wasn't worried until I heard sounds of crunching bones down below.
Last night, I was awakened to a child's crying. I went downstairs and stuffed a gag into her mouth.
"Your imaginary friend isn't real," When you agreed, I started to disappear.
Last night I had a dream that I murdered a woman. I was okay until I realize I was holding her head.
As I went down to the cellar, the door slammed shut. I thought it was the wind until I heard someone coming down stairs.
My students love me with all their hearts. I just wish they wouldn’t leave a mess.
I grabbed her, flung on the bed, and started removing my pants. She rose up, opened her mouth, and revealed three rows of teeth.
She wears her heart on her sleeve. But her brains are splattered all over the wall.
“There are no monsters under bed!
House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween storyToday is Halloween!House of glowing cobwebs- Halloween story3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Josh with his parents and brother Adam eating breakfast. Boys were very excited because of this day, after school they going to end making their creepy costumes and in the evening they going for candies. Their parents was happy that they planned have fun because they was new in city and they worried that boys will think too much about new school and only worry about it. They hoped they will go with some others kids and will make friends.
After breakfast boys go fast at the bus stop. They don't wanted miss their bus to school. They was in same age, they were 9 years old. At the bus stop was some kids and Josh started talking to one with which was in class. Adam was more shy and he just stood next to his brother. Boy noticed it and smiled to him
-hi, I'm Mike, you are Josh' s brother right?
Adam looked up at boy and smiled a little. He doesn't expected that someone will want talk with him.
-yes. I'm Adam.
Mike smiled more.
-you guys are cool, you wanna go with m
When the blood moon callsThe transformation always starts in the dark. We don’t need a full moon, we don’t need to wait until night falls but we do- every single time. We run far from home, sprinting until we can’t breathe and every muscle aches.When the blood moon calls1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s an ugly thing, the metamorphosis, grotesque and uncontrollable. Bones break and flesh contorts in ways that are painful and unnatural. We scream ourselves raw but no amount of begging will stop it. Some of us change into something reptilian, a basilisk they’ve been called. With scales instead of skin and fangs dripping with venom, they slither unseen in the shadows. Others, like me, have fingers that turn into talons, wings sprouting from our backs- we shift into giants ravens with feathers so black they blend right in to the inky night.
We see in black and white, the lack of color usurped by our sharp senses. Color can be irrelevant, but not tonight. Tonight the blood moon rises and it’s the most breathtaking
A freakHe was cleaning his white face after his "job". His white hands went through his black thick hair, it fell on his shoulders.A freak1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night was just starting and he committed his first crime.
His green eyes were staring at that reflection in the mirror, he took his shirt off and he dipped his neck while he looked at his body. He was awkwardly tall and thin, his chest was half white and half pale. He sighed, and he stared again at the mirror.
He was pretty much a monster. His face was disfigured a long time ago and that man wasn't over with it.
His self esteem wasn't the best one, but he tried his best to hide it.
A lot of memories were acrossing his mind. His childhood, some memories from high school. And it's because it didn't seem to be so far..
He chuckled. He blinked a few times and it irritated him because of his artificial eyelids.
The scars that the man had in his cheeks were making him smile even if he wasn't happy. He still remembered that day...
Creepypasta - RealPhotos.comThis will be incredibly hard to type, but I have no choice in the matter. I am not insinuating that I am in any immediate danger, nor am I saying that any of you are. However, this is a cautionary tale about what MIGHT happen if you venture too far into the rabbit hole that is the Internet.Creepypasta - RealPhotos.com5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, here’s the thing: do not – I repeat – DO NOT go to a website called RealPhotos.com; it might sound innocent, but it is a trap. The site DOES feature photos, but the catch is quite unbelievable.
I first heard of the link from a friend of mine. He knew I was interested in photography, and he also knew I had an affection for clever websites. He figured: “put the two together”, you know?
I visited the site, and a pitch-black screen immediately greeted me. At first I was confused by it, because nothing happened for a good five minutes (yes, I did take the time); there was no interface, no graphics, no menu, not even any photos. Then, as I was about to exit, a white text
Clip ClopThe train sleepily pulls into the train station at 10.30pm. I close my book and slide it into my bag before standing up and walking towards the train doors. I stifle a yawn as I step onto the platform and make my way to the station’s exit. “I need to stop putting in so much overtime”, I think to myself. I can barely stand up I feel so tired. The station is deserted except for one or two other commuters waiting on the various train platforms.Clip Clop17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I reach the exit and begin my walk down the main road, I coerce my earphones into my ears and select ‘shuffle’ on my ipod. ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel begins to play. The only sounds I can hear outside of my earphones are the noises of impatient traffic, my shoes hitting the pavement and the rhythmic movement of my crisp suit swishing as I walk.
The autumnal air is unpleasant against the nakedness of my face and brings a chill to my spine. I skip the song on my ipod, in need of a song m
HowlTHE GIRLHowl1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the porch, she felt safer. The warm light high on the wall, next to the rocking chair that was cradling her seemed to tell her so, with its golden reassurance.
Imustnotthinkthat, she repeated in her head, pressing her eyelids shut. Daddy will be good, hepromisedhepromised. She'll be all right.
She hugged her legs as a scream and a bark came from inside the house, making her flinch. Daddy?
"Daddy?" she called out, already forgetting that he had asked her not to make noise. The silence extended until she could no longer stand it. She stepped down from the rocking chair and went inside the house, walking slowly, her steps and breath on a single beat.
The living room door swung open, her daddy coming out of it and hurrying to close it back with a gasp once he saw her; he didn't want her to see, even she understood that. He's scared. "Daddy, are you okay?"
He sighed. "Yes, sweetie, I'm fine."
"But - but I heard you scream..."
Triumvirate Of Terror 1: Wakka-Wakka"We're in so much trouble!"Triumvirate Of Terror 1: Wakka-Wakka20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"shut up, Dave."
"Man, we shouldn't have done that, my mum'll freak when she finds out what we did!"
"Dave will you shut the hell up! No ones going to find out, there's no evidence."
"what do you mean, no evidence, there's a huge bowl of punch we dumped a buttload of LSD into!"
Shaun pointed to the huge glass punch bowl, his freddy Krueger glove serving to underscore the gesture.
"What... Where's it gone?"
The werewolf follows his friends knife fingered hand as it traces the muddy footprints leading from the punch bowl, passed the pumpkin carving, into the Halloween fun time corn maze.
"Oh shit." They both whisper.
Little Billy was lost.
He had taken a wrong turning somewhere, he knew it, but in his haste he'd got himself all turned around. The problem with corn mazes was that once you were in them, everything looked the same.
It didn't help that he could see almost nothing through his ghost costume. He'd cut the eye holes in the wrong place.
DollyMother always told me to be careful with dolls, in case I hurt one. She had her collection which grew every year. But her favourite, her pride-of-place, was Alice.Dolly2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew older, she grew to love Alice more and more. She'd spend hours brushing that golden hair. She called it “my littlest daughter”. She loved that damn thing more than me. I think she would've liked it at her funeral.
The reading of the will was a formality. Dad had long ago upped and left, with a much younger man. Everything was left to me – including, at the end a post script for me to look after “my littlest sister”. I would have laughed if I hadn't wanted to throw up, to retch at my mother's obsession twisting beyond the grave.
The house stunk of her. The lingering perfume seeped out of the walls, wrinkling my nose as I wasted a day cleaning. Dusting and hoovering had been done already. It was a matter of removing the few clothes from her wardrobe, retrieving photos, books and
Triumvirate Of Terror 3: The TombSnakes.Triumvirate Of Terror 3: The Tomb20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why did it always have to be snakes?
Arizona James, the words foremost culinary archeologist, searched the bottom of the brown paper bag, but all she brought up was a fist full of gummy snakes.
"This is the last time I let that idiot buy the candy! I hate snakes!"
The idiot in wuestion was Davis, her dogsbody/comedic foil, who she'd left outside guarding the jeep. She ate the snakes anyway, raiding tombs (a wholly different enterprise to tomb raiding, for reasons of copyright) was hungry work, and this one was a doozy.
Buried a mile beneath the shifting desert sands, Arizona was not on the trail of what she believed was the find of the century: the tomb of Ackmahbelleh. The great queen of her era, Ackmahbelleh was nevertheless curiously absent from the vast majority of literature and records dealing with the time period of her rule. She had ascended the throne as ruler thousands of years ago into a rich and prosperous empire which she set about expanding even further. All of a
The Itch .: Creepypasta :. Warning! This is not intended for younger audiences, the squeamish, or anything of the sort.The Itch .: Creepypasta :.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is more on the lines of a gorypasta.
Don't like, don't read. Please don't complain to me about it.
You know, I've never really given the random itches and tickles all over my body that much thought. Sometimes it'd be related to something more serious than the no-see-'ems, like a rash or allergies. Sometimes there's the occasional poison ivy or other poisonous plant. That's what I thought this was at first.
Today was no different than any other ordinary day. It was in the middle of October, and the corn fields were being cut down. Now if you're like me and you have an allergy to mold and the such, then I'm sure you can relate. The swelling of glands and earaches, let alone headaches... I'm sure you're no stranger. But something that I never really gave thought about was the fact it was making my e
Triumvirate Of Terror 2: A Sucky StoryGLLLUUUURRRRRPPPPTriumvirate Of Terror 2: A Sucky Story20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Igor pricked up his ears. Igor had had many pairs in his lifetime, but these were a definite favourite. They could hear a twig snap underfoot from half a haunted Forest away, which was usually quite useful as he had a habit of being chased by torch wielding mobs.
He needn't have put on his best ears for this... Display. He had heard the mistress coming from a mile away, every step she took sending a gurgling, sloshing sound echoing through the crafty, cobweb cluttered chambers of the ancient draughty castle.
The double doors creaked open on hinges bearing centuries of rust in order to get the right foreboding note to them, and in strode the mistress.
Mercia Van Carrow.
She was evil. There was no two ways about it. She had become a vampire centuries before in a godless ritual and had continued to life up to the sheer malevolent horror of that night ever since.
She'd also always been a
Echoes The air of the Alterworld was cool and moist. Hettie had to remind herself that it wasn’t nighttime. That this was simply the nature of the place. That the sun was never going to rise, though just at that moment a faint glow filtered through the misty air at the crest of a pathetic hill. A bulging creature with spindly legs, body faintly luminescent, paused to point its boneless head towards the heat and light of the paraffin stove. Hettie slowly reached for her revolver.Echoes18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s not dangerous.” Jeanne stabbed a fork into her can of stew, not bothering to look up. “Not valuable, either.”
The creature took a step closer, a pair of soft, quivering apertures flaring where its eyes should have been. Hettie could hear it breathing, a regular one-two hiss as the vents on its flank flapped open, drew closed.
“Are you sure?”
Creepypasta - The 'Eclipse'There used to be a sun in the sky. It would always greet us in the morning, and follow us through the day. It might still be there, but it does not appear that way; it suggests that what the papers wrote about a whole month ago has thus far not passed us by.Creepypasta - The 'Eclipse'4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The papers told us of a solar eclipse. It would come in the middle of the day, and go away after a couple of hours. Most of us got ready to behold the majesty of two astronomical bodies shaking hands for a brief moment, but the excitement slowly turned into confusion, then anger, and finally fear; the natural order had not returned to it’s normal state, and we experienced something of an eternal night.
Then came the next calamity; a bone-chilling cold like none other. Though it was in the middle of summer, the temperature had lowered itself to an all-time low. It got worse for each day, dropping another couple of degrees. The grass, the trees and the flowers all shrivelled up and died a premature demise. They were the first t
Random Zombie DrabbleRandom Zombie Drabble2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thud. Thump. Thud. Thump. That was the sound of the undead’s hands as they slapped against the girl’s window. She was cowering in her closet, trying desperately not to hyperventilate. The zombie apocalypse she had been half-wanting and half-fearing was finally here.
She let out a yelp as she heard the weakened glass shatter. She looked around for something, anything that could be used as a weapon if the zombies got into her house, but all she could find was a ratty old copy of an R.L. Stine book, a half a dozen or so pairs of Converse, and-she was never more thankful to the Walking Dead for inspiring her-a baseball bat.
Perfect. Sure, she had never been good at baseball, or any sport really, but hitting a groaning, grunting slab of rotten skin and bones had to be easier than hitting a tiny ball, right? At least, that’s what the girl told herself as she shouldered the baseball bat, exiting the closet.
Exactly two minutes later, she was groaning and gruntin
Dark ExchangesDark ExchangesDark Exchanges1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Notes and threats
At 8 pm that Halloween evening the neighborhood children aged between 10 and 13 years headed around for the usual tricks and treats. They paused at each doorstep in various costumes. Girls were witches and boys were ghosts, ghouls and goblins. The homeowner or his wife received them with smiles and poured sweets onto each kid's bag; then they headed to the next doorstep.
After one hour, some younger children felt tired or nervous and went home. The older ones kept moving on. Eventually they moved to the far corner of one road, which, at 9:45 pm, began to
look darker and very foreboding to them. Still, they trudged on. When they reached its doorstep and rang the bell, a shadowy figure about 6 feet tall answered the door.
"Tricks or treats!"
"I'll give you all a fine treat if you'll do one trick for me."
He handed one boy a piece of paper with some words scrawled on it. The boy concealed it.
"Read it carefully. When you finish, come for the treat.