Pieces of her ended up in the fridge. Inside the freezer, her lifeless eyes stare coldly at her heart— blaming it for her shortcomings.
Drunk, the boys took out a revolver— imitating the infamous Russian Roulette scene from “The Deer Hunter”. It ended sooner than they thought.
“Ghosts don’t scare me!”, I shouted and the ghastly figure disappeared. I was relieved but then I heard a whisper from behind my left ear saying, “Who said I am?”
Shuffling out of bed, I feel for the bathroom lights. A hand grabs mine.
There is an old man who lives in the corner of my eye, standing just out of view, whispering just out of earshot. At night I lie in bed in bed frozen in fear… because I can no longer see him, but I know he’s still there.
The moon was the only source of light that made it visible enough to see her legs as it peered out from under her bed.
While getting ready for work I cut my neck shaving. When I checked in the mirror to see how bad the cut was I could swear I saw my reflection smile.
The strange man watched with glee as the two sisters barricaded their bedroom door with a dresser. For they did not know that he was already in the closet, waiting.
It had been hard to sleep with all those horrific and disfiguring paintings staring at me. Thank goodness that by morning, the paintings were gone; all that were left in their place were windows.
“This way,” I said— leading her through the inferno. When I turned around to check, all I saw were flames engulfing the exit.
If you die in this dream you’ll die in real life. You have to trust me and turn around.
It was Jim’s idea to hill her. It was me what had to do it, though.
I was at my father’s funeral. As I reached the casket he opened his eyes.
For her final act, Maria pulls a rabbit out of her hat. The rabbit explodes—killing everyone in the venue.
My twin sister died yesterday. Now I wish the doctors had separated us at birth.
I was amazed to find that she lived for several weeks after I had cut off her head. I’ve read that the same curious phenomenon is also sometimes found in cockroaches.
The sound of children laughing and playing wafted through my home one balmy summer night. Only one problem, I don’t have any children.
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.”
Winter hid behind the door, choking down his fear as the floorboards in the room creaked. The pacing stopped, replaced by a soft, cruel laugh.
I am a horror story; you should be afraid to pick me up, lead me on, make me fall in love with you, let me down and break my heart.
Cause if you do all those things, I promise you I’ll hunt you down, because I don’t let go that easily, I’ll take my soul back and leave you there for dead.