If you are a horror movie buff, then you are at the right post. Here are 100 Scariest and Most Shocking Two Sentence Horror Stories that will keep you up all night. Get ready to rack your brain!
“Being closer than usual, I couldn’t understand what was wrong with my shadow as I walked in the pale moonlight. As I felt an unexplained fear paralyze me, I saw my shadow open its eyes.” – Darkdreams79
Do you enjoy being scared? Love a good scary story? But when was the last time you read a nightmare-inducing horror story? Although I tend to watch a lot of horror movies, I personally cannot manage enough time to invest in reading a good scary book. But there’s something about these scary stories that stir up our darkest imaginations and keeps us awake and trembling with fear all night.
Thanks to Satan, with the evolution of the internet we can now indulge in micro horror stories and scary flash fiction as much as we want. The highly popular two sentence horror stories can scare the living daylights out of us and deliver a gut-wrenching shock at the same time all in a matter of seconds. And that’s the beauty of these bite-sized mini horror gems that have gone viral all over the internet since the past few years.
A terrifying way to feel good
Each story in this genre of micro horror tells a creepy stand-alone story with a sinister twist. Exploring various themes of horror, these two sentence scary stories are an infinite pool of unexpected frights and dread.
These stories can burrow under your skin in an instant leaving you feeling unsettled and terrified for a long time.
100 Absolutely terrifying two sentence scary stories:
Here are 100 of the scariest and creepiest two-sentence scary stories that you can out there. This compilation of classic and new creepy stories from Reddit and the darkest corners of the internet will scare the hell out of you. So dim your light and read them slowly in a raspy creaky voice.
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.”
“Can you get me a blanket, please? It’s really cold here,” her voice echoed through the cold room as I watched her shivering under the white sheet.
Putting on my earphones, I realize I’ve learned its best to ignore these complaints after a decade of working the night shift in a morgue.
There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping.
I live alone.
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.
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.
I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
I decided to kill off a few characters in the book I’m writing.
It would definitely spice up my autobiography a little.
The driver wasn’t very chatty, so I checked my phone.
“Hey it’s your Uber, I’m outside.”
The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time.
Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass.
At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
She wondered why she was casting two shadows.
Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.
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.
In all of the time that I’ve lived alone in this house, I swear to God I’ve closed more doors than I’ve opened.
The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window.
I live on the 14th floor.
I just saw my reflection blink.
Working the night shift alone tonight.
There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.