This blog is a sequel to the following write-up—
Best recommended reading these 35 two-line horror stories alone and in the dark!
“Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.”
– Arthur Conan Doyle.
You have a picture of you sleeping on your mobile.
But you live alone.
“I can’t sleep,” she had said, tightly clutching my hand.
I wake up the next morning, only to realize she is unable to wake up.
“Is death really a punishment?” the child asked curiously.
“Yes, but not for the people who lost their loved ones,” his single mother replied.
“We want to see you become a topper!” his parents demanded.
“Sorry, I couldn’t fulfill your dream,” he wrote in his suicide letter.
It has been watching you for an hour now.
Sometimes you see its reflection on your blank computer screen, but you dare not turn around.
“Why don’t I have hair, dad?” the little girl asked.
“You’re a princess, darling; you don’t need hair to prove it,” his father responded, teary-eyed.
You can’t move, breathe, speak or see anything.
Only if you knew this was going to be so scary, you’d have chosen to be cremated instead.
You hear knocking on a glass in the middle of the night.
You thought it was from the window, until you heard the sound come from the mirror again.
You hear your mom calling your name from the kitchen.
As you progress downstairs, you see blood spread out on the kitchen floor.
“What happened to that ‘Best Friends Forever’ group?” they asked.
“It diminished,” I replied.
From non-stop conversations to unseen messages.
We are strangers again.
“Laugh till your stomach hurts,” they said.
The pregnant mother thereby made her first sacrifice.
“Nobody stays forever,” the depressed teenager said.
“I’ll be your nobody, then,” his soul answered.
The last thing you saw was your clock flashing ’12:03’ and the next thing you realize, a demon is piercing her nails deep into your heart, a vicious grin spread across her face.
You wake up with your t-shirt soaked with sweat, relieved it was only a dream, until you see your clock showing ’12:02’ and your bedroom door slowly creaking open.
“What do you think; will people like this post?” the inner me asks.
“Let’s see,” I respond, smiling.
Goodnight. Check out my other horror stories here before you leave!
Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of my imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. || Contents of this story should not be reproduced in any manner without permission.
4 Comments
Rohan Kondur · December 26, 2022 at
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Sri Praneeth P · December 27, 2022 at
Thanks a ton, bro! 😁
whoiscall · August 10, 2023 at
Good luck!
Sri Praneeth P · August 11, 2023 at
Thanks!