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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
Ended October 2, 2019 • 28 Entries • Created by mindframe
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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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McKeenly
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The Phone Call

Something wasn’t right. This feeling of anxiety runs through me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and my stomach drops. My hands shake as I read the notification.

Missed call: Mom

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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WellOKThen
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Reality

You are more likely to have a stranger living inside your home without your knowledge than to be bitten by a dog.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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Mnezz
90 reads

VACUUM

*purring*

I opened my eyes startled to hear the noise. My hand moved toward the bed lamp. I flicked the switch, but the lamp was still off.

Ah, just my luck. No power and whatever had been purring was now staring right at me.

It blinked & I stepped out of my bed. But its eyes started to follow me. I ran down the hallway and hid in one of the guest rooms.

I placed my hand on my chest. My heart was beating quite fast. After I thought all was clear, I heard a knock at the door. I gulped.

Oh no. Uh, I forgot to lock it. Whoever it was opened the door and left it ajar.

I crawled under the bed and waited silently. All was suspiciously too quiet.

I jumped when I saw a pair of eyes staring at me. The same ones that had been in my room.

The eyes were fixed on me and seemed to peer into my soul. I couldn’t look away.

The thing took all my memories. My mind was (now) a vacuum.

My heart ached at the loss of something that was stolen, a vital part of me. I couldn’t recall what was taken, I just laid on the floor feeling lost & afraid.

#VACUUM

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#VeryShortHorrorStory.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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LexiCon
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Chilling Flames

At 11:49pm on October 30th, a red fire engine skidded to a stop in front of 1891 Oak Street. The corner house was in flames. Mrs. Duncan stood outside in rollers and fuzzy slippers. “No one lives there. That house was abandoned. Don’t risk your lives going in. Just put out the darn fire before it spreads to my house.” she spat. “But, I swear I saw the silhouette of a girl in the upstairs window!” The man from across the street panicked, rushing over, “Please! What if she gets burnt up?” The firefighters looked at each other questionably. Up in the top window, a girl stood emotionless, hair blowing in the wind.

Despite Mrs. Duncan's protests, Chief Booker sent two men into the burning house. Just as the firefighters entered, the girl's figure disappeared. After a moment, the Chief attempted to contact his men over the radio to no avail. "Lee, get in there and check on them!" he huffed. Lee rushed in without hesitation, just as the town clock struck twelve. In a matter of seconds, the fire began burning out of control. "You lousy excuses for firefighters aren't doing your darn jobs! If you all don't get to sprayin, I'm calling the state!" Mrs. Duncan roared. At that, Chief Booker gave the word for his team to begin fighting the flames. After the fire was finally extinguished, the Chief stepped into the ruins himself to find his three firefighters frozen solid in their suits among the rubble.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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GaryEnglish
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Graves End

Footsteps echoed silently through the night air behind him. Nervously, he glanced back, quickening his step.

An owl swooped past his head, making him jump and curse.

To his right, the open graves were shadows in the moon. Gravestones tilted, pushed aside as soil parted to release the dead.

The bodies were gone, an hour before he arrived on the path he used as a shortcut home in the dead of night. Like us all, he was uneasy about passing a graveyard at night. Though he normally held his nerve, chewed his gum and walked steadfastly on.

But tonight, as he looked ahead, the clouds parted revealing the bright full moon, bathing the cemetery in a soft light.

He glanced over the wall and was shocked at what he saw. One hundred graves, open and bare! Empty!

Too scared to run, he strode out, hoping to reach the end of the path in double quick time,

His hearing sharpened, convincing him of whispers in the night and footfalls all around, though nothing could be seen, as the fateful moon slipped back behind its curtain of cloud.

He passed the aged cemetery sign, long since too worn to read, on this unkempt and little used path, he knew he was almost there and would soon emerge safely into the brightly lit estate.

Just as he saw the light, it went. Dark forms blocked his path. He turned to run, but they were behind him too.

He knew this was the end!

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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BlackLotus
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The Game

It's a horrible feeling. Being in the woods on a cloudy night, nothing around you but the looming trees and thick, unrelenting darkness. When every cracking twig or rustle of foliage makes your heart skip a beat. Makes you question if, in fact, you really are alone. Or if it's just your thoughts playing nasty tricks. But the worst feeling of all is knowing. When you come to the realization that the noises in the forest behind you aren't just little bunnies at play, or that the rustle of leaves above you isn't the wind. Because in the middle of the night the forest creatures are tucked away safe in their dens...hiding. Because there is no breeze tonight to make the leaves quiver like that. The worst feeling of all is knowing why every creature steals away to their holes well before sundown, and that you should have too. Because at night, it hunts. Sliding through the darkness. You can't see it. You can't run away. You can only feel it, hovering over your shoulder in the blackness, then a soft brush of ice cold air on your arm as it slips away when you cast a glance over your shoulder. It loves to play games in the dark. And none have ever won against it.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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dctezcan
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Apocalypse (modification of earlier version)

Little Danny Martin ran to his mother.

“Mama, look,” he said, crying, pointing to his arm.

“What’d you do, sweetheart?” she asked, thinking he must have fallen.

“Nothing, Mama. I was playing with Jake and then he pointed at me and started laughing, saying I had the cooties. I said no I didn’t and went to punch him, but he jumped back, laughing and told me not to touch him ’cause he didn’t want cooties, too.”

“Did you fall down?” Mrs. Martin asked, taking out the alcohol and some cotton balls.

“No, Mama. I was just playing and then Jake pointed and I saw the skin was peeling and then I felt the pain I didn’t notice while I was playing and then I came inside and…”

“Okay, baby. Let Mama clean it for you.” But as Mrs. Martin reached out to wipe little Danny’s arm, the skin began to disintegrate. “Merciful heaven! What in the world…”

“Mama!” little Danny screamed in agony.

Mrs. Martin watched helplessly as her little Danny’s skin ruptured, bled, peeled, melted away leaving him a crumpled, molten mass of human tissue. Simultaneously, the air around her was pierced with the screams of tortured anguish as every citizen of her town suffered the consequences of an event that had nothing to do with them, yet affected every living being on the planet.

Mrs. Martin watched her son die before she too became a footnote to a history none would live to write…or read.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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AJAY9979
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Down

"It's my secret playhouse," Ellie said.

Carl looked in amazement at the old house. It has stood vacant for years since the Depression drove the previous occupants out. He stood at the end of the stairs and marveled at the old dusty staircase.

"You just gonna stand there or you gonna come up and play?"

Carl smiled and raced up the stairs, nearly killing himself on the way. Ellie had moved down the hall, and Carl followed her. He went into a room and found himself alone. The old room smelled like death, and piles of clothing were lying on the bed. He turned and went back in the hallway only to find no one.

"Um, Ellie?" he called cautiously, walking down the long, cobweb-filled corridor.

"In here!" she called from a back room.

Relief filled him as he ran into the back room but it quickly vanished. Ellie was now accompanied by a large, stone-faced man. Carl backed away slowly.

"I... I thought this house was abandoned?"

"It was until my friend started staying here. I was scared of him at first too, but once I got used to the game, I kinda like it now."

"What game?"

"Oh, you'll see," Ellie said with a devious smile. "Well, I've got to go now. Have fun!"

Carl could barely move before the large man seized him. He kicked and flailed but his hopes were dashed. The only person who paid attention to this house had already bounded down the stairs.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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JustACoolKid
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Loosely Horror

In the dim lighting, she seemed to shift. Her eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare, her outline becoming less and less human. Ivan shuffled backwards in terror. The moon shone brightly through the cracked window in the old warehouse despite the raging storm. The angry fall of rain against the roof drowned out Ivans screams as he ran off to warn his daring (read: foolish) friends. The girl, her transformation complete, was left alone. Monstrous face pressed hard against the window, she fought back the urge to howl her sorrows to the moon.

“There’s the beast! Get it!”

The girl barely even glanced up at the group before her, her eyes still fixated on the moon. No real concern. She hardly noticed when she felt her own silver dagger forced deep into her gut. Not a flicker of emotion as she fell to the floor, presumably dead. Not concerned, no. Never concerned. She’d be back. She always was.

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Very Short Horror Story
In poetry or prose, try your best to evoke deep feelings of dread, unease, or horror. Try to avoid gore! If your short involves anything graphic that could potentially harm the experience of another reader, do try to tag it in the beginning! And have fun!
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verstella
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dazed…

walking home from school

but i know i'm not alone.

this is the third:

the third day in a row.

heart pounding,

i duck my head

and take the long way home.

but i still hear him,

his soft footsteps trailing behind me.

i use the camera app

to look over my shoulder,

black hoodie on and up,

his hands in his pockets.

stereotypical much?

yeah, but i hardly notice.

i speed up,

my walk to a sprint,

but then the footsteps

speed up behind me, yeah.

and now i'm running,

as night begins to settle in,

starting to cover my view of

this unknown man.

but he catches me

and we tumble to the ground.

now i'm dazed;

i can't concentrate.

he hovers over my

limp body on the

sidewalk, in the middle of no where.

i embrace my fate

and close my eyes,

before i hear him whisper,

"say your last goodbyes."

so i do, tears rushing down my face.

"i love you, mom.

and dad to, even if you sometimes

annoy me through and through."

i was gonna say more but he

pressed a knife to my throat.

"you said enough.

now enjoy your fate."

and now i'm dazed,

as pain shoots through my whole throat.

i died,

that's the last part of my life.

where am i now?

you'll never know.

'cause i sure don't.

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