The Most Terrifying "Two-Sentence Horror Stories" You'll Ever Read
Bundle up under those sheets and keep your lights on whilst you’re reading these. You never know what might be lurking in the dark …
Sometimes it’s better to feast on all the gruesome tales you can find, just to avoid focusing on the worst horror story of all – reality. Grim? You’ll find much more melancholy in these stories.
Below you’ll find some of the most terrifying two-sentence horror stories you’ve ever read. So terrifying, we think, that you may not be able to sleep at night. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
The longer I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.
There’s nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it’s 1 a.m. and you’re home alone.
I always thought my cat had a staring problem, she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.
Growing up with cats and dogs. I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.
I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.
“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely. I would have been cremated instead.
There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
My grandmother told me that it was a gift to see the angel of death in front of people’s houses, to know that he’d be collecting someone there soon. I thought it was a gift too, up until the day I began to see it in front of every house.
It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be born still?
Why don’t you give these two-sentence horror stories a try and leave them in the comments down below?
The scarier, the better …