Sometimes the scariest stories are the shortest. For example, take a look at these chilling two sentence tales:
“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 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 woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.”
“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.”
“My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don’t have a sister.”
Creepy,
right? Take one of these two lined stories (or make up one of your own) and
expand it into a longer story worthy of your blog!
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