With the month of October, I thought it would be kinda fun to come up with and post some spoopy shit to set the mood.
As the title implies, we're gonna tell short horror stories that are only two sentences long. Those are the rules. Two sentences only. Rate good stories accordingly. I'll start-
Today, one of my passengers tapped me on the shoulder while I was driving. I drive a hearse.
I was taking a massive shit and was relieved when I heard it splash. But as I stood up, I felt something weighing down on my ball hair.
I had to poop. But the game couldn't be paused!
Susan Coffey would never give me the attention that I unendingly required of her. Now, I almost never give her the vital sustenance of air, water, or food that she unendingly requires from me - ho, how the tables have turned, wench!
There's a skeleton inside of you as you read this. There's also one behind you.
There is no way he'll get elected. He's too stupid and vulgar.
A keen air of mystery has been pervading your consciousness for the longest while, the strangest feeling of a hooded figure right on the edge of your periphery for days at a time, getting more pronounced. You get up the next day, finding nobody in the streets or the shops on your road, and as you see your reflection glisten in the glass in a world devoid of humanity, you see you now are the figure who's been following you for days, trapped alone for eternity.
This is where you grab a towel and shit on that
only it wasn't a towel, it was his cat
After a long, relaxing binge of Breaking bad, I turned off my monitor, got out of my chair and made my way to my bed. But I'd forgotten my earbuds were still in.
The last man on Earth sits alone in a room.
There's a knock on the door.
I was using Facepunch for most of my time in Dark Theme. All of a sudden when I made it to a new page a blaring light was shining upon me with the power of a thousand suns and my eyes melted.
You left the oven on for a whole night ten years ago. It remembers the suffering you put it through.
i farded and shidded and cummded in my pants. the end.
You feel something off and realize your mistake.
That wasn't a fart.
You'd be terrified too if 3 billion women were all collectively after you for reasons
I went to go pour a bowl of cereal. Before I realized we ran out of milk.
I wake in the dark of my bedroom to see a vaguely human-like figure attempting to force my bedroom window open, and upon noticing I've awoken, the figure sprints out of sight.
A moment later, I hear my front door slam open.
"Young man. We need to talk."
His mind cowered, eccedentesiast, reluctantly struts forward; he's not ready for the inevitable.
It was then I saw my dog walk past my door.
In horror I looked under my desk at the thing that'd been licking my hand all evening
Hm I missed this thread, let me give it a late try I guess; not very skilled at writing.
It's a fairly boring today, a few rounds of gaming can't hurt. The lights dim for seconds; how long ago was it that you checked on your kids.
It's a good day, the city looks great, the birds are beautiful, the fresh winds blow. A concrete demise.
Thanks. Tropsical guy.
It's been a number of long years, and I think I can safely say that I've lived a successful life full of love and happiness. That is, until I woke up.
The night sky was lit in a thousand flames that gave way to tears at their sight. As the flames grew and whistled louder, so too did the sound of screams and smell of ash.
You wake up and go get ready for your retail job before making a horrifying realization.
It's Black Friday.
I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw. I'll skin your ass raw.
The last man on Earth sits alone in a room. There is a lock on the door.
Half life 3 is released.
Its a battle royale.
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