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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“Why are you breathing so heavily?”

“I’m not, I thought that was you…”

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The Wi-Fi just went out.

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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.

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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.

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

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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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Should I make another one of these posts? Feedback? Make sure to let me know with a comment!

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