Friday Fears: Two-Sentence Horror Stories

On Fridays I present ‘Friday Fears’, which features two-sentence horror stories. I am trying my hand at writing these little stories, but I also invite others to submit theirs, which I will feature in the next ‘Friday Fears’ post.

Here are the rules:

1) The story must be two sentences long.  Run-on sentences that should really be two or more separate sentences are not permitted

2) The story must be complete.

3) The story should give the reader a chill.

Here is a list of all the Two sentence horror stories that have featured on the blog so far, along with their authors.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I was alone in the house when I looked into the mirror and saw a pale-faced stranger standing behind me.  When I turned around, there was no one there.

By Rosie
I was alone in the house. Suddenly a blood curdling scream came from the kitchen.

By Ailitha
The creature’s maw dripped acid, burning the leaves on the forest floor. It came closer.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
When I took my dog for a walk through the church yard, he stopped at a grave and began to whine.  When I stooped to fetch him, I saw my own name carved into the gravestone.

By Jim King
The wind was making the branches of the tree tap against my window. But the sound was coming from the mirror on my dresser.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I climbed to my feet, amazed that I had survived the crash. Turning to see my broken body lying in the road, I realised I hadn’t.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I went to visit my mother on Sunday, as I always do. Standing next to her grave was a bloated corpse, wearing the tattered remains of the clothes we buried her in.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I had a nightmare about being buried alive. I woke up in darkness, realising I was sealed inside a coffin.

By Jez Thorpe
This morning I woke up covered in blood. It wasn’t mine

By Jim King
The Storm driven wind was howling round the house like the moans of the restless dead. That was when I heard voices speaking my name.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
This morning there was a note stuck on the fridge saying, “I love you. Dx”. My husband used to leave that note for me every morning, until he died five years ago.

By Jim King

It’s always so hard to pick a dress for the party. The blue is so pretty but black hides the blood better.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
This morning I woke up with the sound of the alarm, like I always do, and began my usual routine. It was a perfectly ordinary day until I looked in my shaving mirror and realised I had no reflection.

By Sarah Ellender
“Love your costume, so scary.” I’m not wearing one.

By Stephanie Crawford
The water ran pitch black from the tub faucet. Dipping my fingers into the liquid, I could finally feel her heartbeat.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I looked in the mirror, and screamed. The unfamiliar face staring back at me was distorted, disfigured, and hideous.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I thought it was odd that I saw no one as I walked to the bus stop. Then I spotted the first of the zombies shuffling down the street, their chilling moans breaking the silence.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I woke up this morning to discover the world ended last night, and I am the only human being left alive. There are a lot of things out there, though, that are not alive, and not human.

By Sara Jayne Townsend

I went to tuck my son in and found him standing outside his bedroom door, completely translucent. “I just wanted to say goodbye, Daddy,” he said, before fading from view.

By Sara Jayne Townsend

My wife never says thank you when I take her breakfast in bed every morning. She really ought to, after I went to all the trouble of digging her out of her grave and all.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
Many people complimented me on my costume, and commented on how realistic the bloody knife looked. By the time they realised I wasn’t wearing a costume, it was too late.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
When I woke up and could not see, my initial thought was that I had gone blind. I reached up to feel my face and that’s when I discovered that it wasn’t there – my body ended in a sticky mess where my neck had been.

By Claire Fitzpatrick
Anna dug her nails into the soft citrus-scented skin, peeling it back to reveal the spongy pink flesh.
“I told you to wait for me,” Tom said, hastily sawing off his little sister’s remaining arm.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
I was so tired of seeing my boss’s face every morning. So I took his head out of the fridge, cooked it, and ate it.

By Hari Navarro
Doctor Jurin sighed wearily as he ran his scalpel through the puffy wax of the girl’s bloated abdomen. The eel that oozed out of the opening and contracted into her gathering necrotic fluid cost him the end of his tongue.

By Sara Jayne Townsend
The imposter continues to live my life: looking like me, sounding like me, acting like me. But he’s not me, because I am here, and no one can see or hear me so they have no idea that this stranger isn’t me.


Think you can do better?  Send me a contribution to sara(dot)jayne(dot)townsend(at)googlemail(dot)com. Put ‘Friday Fears’ in the subject line.

3 comments so far

  1. […] Friday Fears: Two-Sentence Horror Stories […]

    • J.Q. Rose on

      Yewww–creepiness in only two sentences! Congrats to all for doing this.

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