2:30 AM
Sam and Louise were in the living room, standing on their heads. They should have read the CC&R before buying this condo.
Sam and Louise were in the living room, standing on their heads. They should have read the CC&R before buying this condo.
She intended to live forever or die trying. But with the woods being so lovely, dark, and deep she couldn’t resist.
It was a dark and stormy night filled with ghosts, witches, hobgoblins, skeletons, werewolves, frankensteins, draculas and headless horsemen. They were really scary and made me run home and quickly climb into my bed, only to find it had turned into a coffin with a hideous cackling mummy inside it.
He regularly gave all other Two Sentence Stories entries low ratings in order to boost his own score, but one morning awoke to find that all his own stories had only two stars. Unable to face this horrific turn of events, he hurled himself into binge of cyber-hate culminating in a Youtube comment spree which quickly degenerated into a series of shameful racist rants.
I couldn’t sleep, so I turned on my nightlight.
Only to see an unfamiliar shadow suddenly disappear.
He beat me senseless, pummeling his hard, huge fists into my face until I was unrecognizable.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I love you, son.”
I walked through the dark, unfamiliar woods.
I stopped to take a breath, only to hear two footsteps behind me…
I was standing in my bathroom, naked, unsure of how I got there… when I looked down at the tub and saw myself in the tub, my wrists sliced open…
The tiny creatures came through the rift from another universe. They look funny, with only four limbs and single head, but they taste great.
I woke up at 3am and found my brother staring at me while sitting on the edge of his bed. The blanket behind him moved and I saw that underneath those sheets was my real brother.
As I watched the eyeless apparition stare off into space, I couldn’t help but ask, “What are you staring at?”.
It smiled and extended its mangled arms, reaching for something as it whispered, “The Reader.”
I don’t know how long I’ve been down here, but the battery in my phone died some time ago. My only chance of escape is finding where the whispers are coming from.
You know that sensation like a cold, icy finger on the back of your neck, that lets you know someone’s watching you?
You should.
“Good luck on your first day of school honey!” my mom yelled from the kitchen. Today would have been five years since cancer took her away from me.
I put on my new clothes to show my husband.
I can tell by his hollow and corpse eyes that he really likes it.
When I was a kid, there was SOMETHING invisible in my room that would lift the handle on my dresser and let it drop, “clink!”, if I stayed up too late. I had forgotten all about it until the knocker on my front door started knocking itself on clear, windless nights.
I hear people dragging a sofa upstairs.
And we don’t have an upstairs.
I offered her the mushroom soup as I did each night at the same time (apart from Sundays) and she ate it with great satisfaction before slumping to the floor. The crowd called out “encore”.