Horror stories come in many forms. Written horror stories use the brilliance and mastery of the writer to captivate his readers and transform them into his characters’ situations. As R.L. Stine puts it, “I think you have to create a very close point of view. You have to be in the eyes of the narrator. Everything that happens, all the smells, all the sounds; then your reader starts to identify with that character and that’s what makes something really scary,” he mentions in an interview.
No one does this better than the maestro of horror, Stephen King. He classifies horror into three main types: “The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs your arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…”
There are many Stephen King wannabes. The internet has many forms of horror stories, but the interesting type is done in just two sentences. It may be considered an art to capture the feeling of fear in just two sentences.
Here Are 20 Of The Freakiest 2-Sentence Horror Stories Posted On The Internet:
“Daddy look it’s mommy!” My son giggled pointing. I don’t know what was worse, seeing my dead wife’s reflection in the mirror or the word RUN etched into the glass.
I told her there was no monster in her closet as I picked her up, told her she could sleep with us tonight. I figured that was the safest way of getting her out of the house without him realizing I saw him.
Every night I heard scratching sounds coming from the basement door. This morning I awoke to find that the door was open.
I was video chatting and dropped my phone on the floor, as I picked it up my husband’s face changed. He held his hands to his lips as if saying be quiet and to my horror, he wrote “there’s a man under your bed.”
“We found your daughter,” the officer said as he drew an X on the map…and then he drew another, and another, and another, and another.
“Please mommy, let us in!” they screamed outside the house. Meanwhile inside the house, a terrified woman desperately tried to call the police, unable to comprehend why those men were wearing the faces of her dead kids as masks.
Over the crackling of the radio I heard the ranger mutter one final word. Run.
I sometimes see some frightening nightmarish creatures in the dark of my room. Imagine my horror when I turned on the lights and they were still there.
According to the computer’s readouts, the astronaut’s oxygen gave out five days ago. So why were they still screaming?
As death came for him John’s life flashed before his eyes. He remembered everything, his birth, his trip home, and the blank look in his mother’s eyes as she held him under the bath water.
As I hear the quick, light, footsteps of one of my twins enter my room and rush to my bed, I switch on the baby monitor to see if the other is on their way. Both toddlers are still in their cribs.
As I woke up in the middle of the night, I heard Alexa speak. “Ok, the security alarms have been disabled.”
The people of the town said a monster lives in the woods, I frankly found this ridiculous. For I was the only one who lived in the woods, and I have seen no monster.
“We’ll come back when he’s asleep tonight.” Huh, my parrot has never said that before.
I finally got in a comfortable sleeping position in my bed when I heard my siblings sneaking into my room and under my bed, probably preparing a prank for me. That’s when I remembered that I started living alone a few days ago.
“I’ve always wondered what’s the scythe for, anyway?” I asked as Death escorted me to the underworld.” “Protection,” he answered nervously.
The driver wasn’t very chatty, so I checked my phone. “Hey it’s your Uber, I’m outside.”
While taking out the garbage, I saw a dark flash in the corner of my eye, thinking nothing of it. But when I got back to the door it was locked with my 2 year old and keys inside.
I can hear 1 year into the future. Today the noise stopped.
Unsure I got out of bed to check out my window, where I thought I saw the silhouette. My terror was such that I couldn’t move as I sensed its breathing on my neck.
Feel any chills up your spine? Some seem rather hilarious, until you put yourself in the situation and imagine it happening to you. It appears some budding writers do have an imagination and find a way to express it with these 2-sentence horror stories. Or could some be factual instead of fiction? Maybe…who knows for sure.
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