Two Sentence Horror Stories Part 1

I have been a fan of horror ever since I was a young child. I found the stories fascinating and loved the thrill the films gave me. In addition, I also read many online stories, which fueled my imagination. I began to write short two sentence stories, and I would like to share them with you all. I hope you enjoy them!

My blood ran cold as my hand brushed against what I thought to be my wife's skin, now cracked and leathery. The sound of my wife's footsteps downstairs caused my heart to stop.

I noticed the little girl crouched in the corner of the elevator. My biggest regret was touching her shoulder.

I've always admired my fingernails. Unfortunately, they are now embedded in the lid of the coffin.

I have been getting complaints from the customers of my furniture business about my product's durability. Finding new ways to keep skin and bone together is no easy task.

My dream has been to own a jewelry store, but finding inventory can be difficult. Rings are the hardest to pry off the swollen fingers of corpses.

I'm trapped in my cubicle as my coworker's screams fill the basement. My last assignment was placed on my desk this morning.

The black horned goat has been staring through my window for days. The beast is a sign of the imminent horror that grows closer every day.

He threw the hammer at the captor's head, killing him instantly. As he swung from the meathook, he wondered if he would be trapped there forever.

There is a beautiful plant that appeared in my yard one day, so I decided to take a closer look. As the vines wrapped around my legs and tore my flesh, I discovered how thorny it was.

As the zoo's funding was cut, some of the habitats became decrepit over time. I discovered the consequences of this when I found myself lying on the floor, the giant centipede's legs stabbing into my back.

I don't think my son is my son anymore. When he smiled at me tonight, his teeth were far too sharp and far too numerous.

Dozens of spiders sunk their fangs into me, causing me to fall unconscious. When I woke up, I felt my throat tearing from the inside.

This morning, a noose appeared on the tree outside. Tonight, a man stares at me as he hangs from the tree.

I hid in the closet as the man who wore my brother's face on his face shuffled across the floor. I didn't realize he had a partner hiding with me, whose knife now tore through my neck.

The needle bore itself smoothly through her neck, the light blue liquid draining as I pushed down the plunger. Her eyes pleaded with me to release her, but I now knew she would be here forever.

Her feet moved with precision as my fatigued body struggled to continue the graceful dance. As the vampiress bared her sharp teeth, I knew stopping would mean my death.

Ventriloquism has been my whole life. As I watched the ventriloquist butcher another victim, I wish I could speak for myself.

My parents questioned me about why I hadn't touched my food. As the rat poison took effect, I knew I wouldn't have to deal with them much longer.

She laid on the wet grass, her body petrified with fear. The figure that stood before her caressed her bloody face with his rusty machete.

He stood over my bed, adorning a mask that was caked with the blood and flesh of countlesss victims. As he removed his mask and revealed his black eyes and sharp teeth, I realized he was not human at all.