These Two-Sentence Horror Stories Will Keep You Up All Night

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If you fancy laying awake all night in terror, then these two-sentence horror stories are the ones to scare the shit out of you…

Sometimes there’s nothing better than scaring yourself senseless with a good horror film, or a freaky story (if you’re anything like me that is…) But this selection of terrifyingly brief scary stories from 9gag are utterly horrifying, so you have been warned, they may make your blood run cold…

First off here’s the new trailer from IT to get you in the mood:

Now, sit back or curl up tight, switch on the light and enjoy the rest…

Here goes:

I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.

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

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.”

You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.

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.

She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty.

I never go to sleep. But I keep waking up.

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.

After working a long day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.

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

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.

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.

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’s 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.

A girl heard her mum yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mum pulled her into her room and said: ‘I heard that too.’

She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.

My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in the house. She was murdered by an intruder two years ago.

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to my new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me.

I always thought my cat had a staring problem – she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realised that she was always looking just behind me.

There’s nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it’s 1 A.M. and you’re home alone.

Well I feel messed up after these… Sleep well.