The Shortest Horror Stories Ever

   Sorry about my hiatus – what with being a sophomore in high school (yay, sooo much fun) I’ve been pressed for time and unable to post as much as I wished to. However, you can expect quite a few posts in the coming weeks!

Anyways, enjoy these super short original horror stories!


When the police came to investigate, I was able to explain the gun. What I wasn’t able to explain was the man in my closet. The man who’s fingernails were splintered from furiously scratching at the door and who was covered in his blood.



Don’t be afraid of the monsters, just look for them! Under your bed, in your closet, and behind the curtains. Just don’t look up, she hates being seen.


I was falling through the air, high above the ground. I tried to release my parachute and realized that I had failed to equip it.


I woke up and saw myself lying down in a box. Suddenly, some of the men lowered a lid onto the box, nailed it shut, and tossed it into the hole. They proceeded to cover it with dirt as I screamed inaudibly.


“Why are you breathing so heavily?”

“I’m not, I thought that was you…”


The Wi-Fi just went out.


I pressed eight, he pressed nine. He got out, turned around, and said “I’m going to kill you when it reaches your floor!’ I watched him, horrified, as the doors shut.


I peered out my window. Although I lived in the country and it was a cloudless night, something was blocking the stars from my view.


I woke up covered head-to-toe in spiders.


I really love this car, the seats are so comfortable! I can’t wait to own it. I just hope she doesn’t see me, or I’ll have to kill her sooner than I had expected.


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Planet Nine – 1

   Hey guys! As you may (or may not) know, I have been writing a serial on my Instagram.

I will be posting the serial here as well, five parts of it per post.

You can find my first serial here.

Without further ado, here is Planet 9 – parts 1 through 5.


2291. The year when nations began a nuclear war, tearing humanity apart. By 2302, the Earth had finally become uninhabitable. Humans had been able to survive on Mars, but it simply was not enough. We needed to begin the conquest; journeying farther than any humans had ever gone in search of a new world that we could live on.

I stepped onto the ship and stopped. Turning around, I cast one final look at my family before the doors closed behind me. I didn’t know if I would ever be here again.

It was June of 2365. The population of Mars had  grown drastically during in the last six decades. There were only a few hundred million of us on a Mars to start with, and now there were nearly two times as many of us. Resources were scarce. The Chancellor of The Republic of Mars had decided that in order for us to survive, we needed to send people in to space. The last time mankind had done that was in 2059, only two decades after we sent man to Mars. The United States had sent people out into the solar system to see if there was anything beyond what we knew of. They never returned.

Now it was our turn to venture far into the clutches of space. For centuries scientists had debated over whether or not a ninth planet existed. If there was one, it could be inhabitable. We were to journey out into the Kuiper belt in hopes of finding said planet. There could be nothing there whatsoever, but it was worth a shot.

And so, our mission began.

I turned to face away from the doors. “Welcome aboard Anton!” The ship contained an entity that wasn’t exactly human. Artificial intelligence had gotten to the point where we had developed something that was seen as the epitome of man in an entirely different form: a robot that could access all technology through its system. Sterling controlled nearly everything. “Hello Sterling,” I called out. I looked up expectantly at the ceiling. A metal arm with a smartphone lowered from the ceiling. I pulled off the phone and turned it on. Every crew member had a phone, aside from Spencer, who could tap into the messaging features through his system. One of the applications on the phone showed an in-depth map of the ship. All crew members were present. “Attention everyone! Time for liftoff,” Sterling announced through the ship speakers.

The other six astronauts were already in the Hub when I arrived. The Hub was essentially the core of the ship. All of the technology and monitoring systems were located here. Food was stored in various containers. There was a recreational area with a few games and books, all fixed into position on shelves. Finally, there were seven chairs in front of the monitors, one of which showed the crowd outside watching us. All seven of us sat down and buckled up.

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

With a tremendous shudder, the thrusters began to fire, and we slowly lifted off of the ground.