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The less they say the more it conveys, and that is certainly true for the collection of two sentence horror stories. It’s not always the pictures on the internet or the movies some time two-sentence horror stories are all you need to send chills down your spine.

Two sentence horror

I never expected drowning to be so painful,
but they were using boiling water this time.

All my life, my parents have told me not to open the basement door, but I got curious and disobeyed them
What is that glowing ball in the sky and why does it hurt my eyes.

My dad told me that his flashlight could kill any monster.
When I told him about what uncle Jack had been doing to my sister, he made sure to demonstrate.

After 30 years I decided to go back and visit my childhood home.
There I was, still hanging from the rafters, all these years later.

I decided to kill off a few characters in the book I’m writing,
It would definitely spice up my autobiography a little.

So it turns out you can feel everything that happens to your body after death.
I suppose I should be flattered my husband still finds me attractive after all these years.

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Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them.
Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.

She wondered why she was casting two shadows.
After all, there was only a single lightbulb.

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.

The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs.
Something locked the crypt door from the inside.

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.

I just saw my reflection blink.

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.”

“I can’t sleep” she whispered, crawling into bed with me.
I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.

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.

They drilled two holes into my concrete tomb: one right above my mouth to prevent suffocation and another near my arm so my body could be kept alive through IV feeding.
I couldn’t die even if I wanted to.

They call it sleep paralysis
But I – standing greedily over the terrified and frozen faces of the souls I visit – just call it dinner.

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After I asked the crystal ball to tell me how to escape death, I was very confused as it read “No, thanks honey, I’m full”
However, something clicked in my head when my wife offered me a cake after dinner

It’s been almost a decade since I last saw my mother.
And she still reminds me every day that I misbehave again she’ll take my hearing too.

I must admit, lucid dreaming really is as amazing as people say.
But after 2 years, I’d like to wake up again.

I sobbed as my daughter begged me not to pull the trigger.
It gets harder and harder to kill her each time she Returns.

My four year old said he wished that people didn’t have to knock.
I told him about doorbells, and he asked me to install one on his windows.

Please, take me instead! I scream, grabbing at the two men who took my child
“Sorry ma’am, children only” they said, as they continue loading up the last lifeboat on the ship.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and held myself steady as the school drug dog approached my locker.
“They are trained to find drugs, not body parts,” I assured myself.

There was a picture on my phone of me sleeping.
I live alone.

My husband has been very upset with me since my failed suicide attempt.
He’s crying non-stop and he won’t acknowledge me.

When the tsunamis hit, most people were evacuated.
Feeling the trickle of water rise to my chin, I let go of the prison bars in bitter resentment.

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After her best friend Julia committed suicide, my daughter Sara started a charity in her honor to combat cyberbullying.
While it took a lot of work to finally push Julia over the edge, my husband and I are just so happy that Sara can add this activity to her college applicants.

I watched the monster’s jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed.
“I won’t let him touch you again, I promise” it assured me as my dad crept into the room.

I could only watch and scream as the murderers held my little boy down and forced the slow-acting poison into his bloodstream.
Unable to take it anymore, I rip out the syringe and furiously look through my bag for his essential oils.

I can hear 1 year into the future.
Today, the noise stopped.

At first, I was delighted to receive a retina transplant to restore my sight.
But with some of the things I have been seeing, I am starting to understand why the donor killed himself.

As the smoke surrounded me, I just managed to read the sign that said “Warning: Do not use the elevator in case of a fire”
I sighed, and pushed the button anyway, and sat back in my wheelchair waiting for the elevator to arrive.

As a proud father, I held my baby aloft and snuggled her tightly as the nurse, beaming, read of her stats.
Watanabe Sachiko, 3.26 kgs, 50.8 cm, born 6 August 45, 8:12 am, Shima Hospital, Hiroshima.

Have you checked under your bed off late? Read more Scary stories to send chills down your spine.

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