Write the scariest story you can in two sentences

I opened the door in trepidation as I recognized the man standing on my stoop.

"Hello...I'm Steve Kroft of '60 Minutes' and have some questions for you."



Or better yet:


As I entered the house I heard a voice behind me.

"Hi, I'm Chris Hansen from Dateline NBC - why don't you have a seat..."

:rolleyes:
 
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Victim Of The Crimson Embrace

I found Lisa embracing this guy who was sucking her blood.

Then, he came towards me with his sharp fangs out.
 
He fell asleep by the fire, enjoying the peacefulness deep in the mountains.

He woke with a tickle on his face, unable to move when found his naked body wrapped to his eyes in a soft spider web.

:nana:
 
I stared in horror as the nearly toothless, bent old hag said "I do." Remembering the potion we shared yesterday, I hoped her claim that we would both live forever was wrong.
 
His hands explored the rough walls of the box, but he didn't have far to reach. He opened his eyes, seeing only blackness, feeling only despair, and he waited for the end as he listened to the hollow, methodical sound of dirt falling onto the lid of his coffin.
 
What the hell is that next to your sandal-clad foot? IT'S A FUCKING SNAKE!!

True story. Happened on bus duty this afternoon.
 
Here goes nothing

He would probably agree he had crossed the line by beating his wife with a skillet again. Unfortunately, such an admission would require his tongue.
 
She thought the scraping sound against her bedroom window was the tree branch, again.
The next morning, though, the bloody handprint indicated otherwise.
 
"Did you know Pilot and LC68 are the same person?"
"Yes, but did you know neither of them are actually real?":eek:
 
In and out, in and out - my cock went into her and her knife went into me. In the end, it was what we both deserved.
 
A last one, before I catch up on a week of sleep

The bullet embedded itself in the ornate mahogany woodwork, inches to the left of my wife's head where she lay, passed out from drink and sex with another man. My wretched shaky hand had changed my choice from murder-suicide to either murder or suicide.
 
He slid gently between her welcoming thighs and brought his lips to her neck. As she wrapped her arms around him, she glanced up to the mirrored ceiling, but saw only her own reflection.

I almost wrote that for my sentence o.o Creepy


"Thanks for the other night," she smiled giving him a kiss the cheek. He sat perfectly still for the kiss, unable to move as she bit into the other side of his neck, paralyzed, unable to move as she prepared for 'Another night.'
 
From an old file, although not the exact sentences I had before:


Darkness stole her poise and turned Bailey’s words into gibberish at the unmistakable sound of a tornado roaring across the fields. Like a roach scrambling to hide from the sudden intrusion of light, Bailey crawled under the bed, positive she was going to die.
 
I had been so careful, scattering her body parts across three states so no one could trace them.

Tonight, I awakened suddenly as her long fingered hands squeezed my throat and her head laughed.
 
"Good night, Daddy", he said, as he hugged my neck, kissed my cheek, and toddled off to bed like the good 4 year old he was.

I don't have a son, never did, and my daughter is grown.
 
Before I shared any of my own, I wanted to include a few that are from movies (as badly paraphrased from my withering memory as they may be). Some of these stuck with me and gave me chills....

Signs:

"Daddy there's a monster in my room. Can I have a glass of water?"

"Don't open my pantry father. I locked one of them in there."

Mama:

"Daddy there's a woman outside.... Her feet aren't touching the floor."

Pet Semetary:

"I'm done pwaying with him. Now I wanna pway wiff you!"

Insidious:

"It's not the house that's haunted. It's your son."

House of 1000 Corpses:

"It's all true. The boogie man's real... and you found him."

...and just for a cherry on top, a quote from Albert Fish...

"I like children. They are tasty."
 
Squeezing my eyes shut and clenching the covers, I told myself it was all just my imagination. This did not stop the wheezing of its breath or the scuffling of the approaching footsteps on the floor.
 
I glanced away from my grandpa's goofy old scarecrow to admire the falling leaves of the maple tree. I looked back to see the scarecrow glance away from me.
 
The mortician turned away from the body on the table and sneezed into his arm. He heard the cracked lips say, "Bless you."
 
Sarah stared intently through the darkness into the mirror and uttered the words, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

A voice in her ear whispered, "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...."
 
The bed springs squeak as the dog jumps up to lay next to me. My eyes snap open as I remember I don't have a dog.



(True stories, the first owners of my house had a poodle. Every once in a while I will see a flash of white running down the hall and hear dog toe nails on the hardwoods.

Went to bed one night, I have three little dogs myself, one of which will almost always come lay next to me at night. I felt her jump up onto the bed and started walking in circles trying to find a comfortable spot. When it went on for a bit longer than normal I told her to "lay down already". All three of 'our' dogs were in the computer room with my wife.

Went to let my three dogs out one night. I count them when they come running back in past me to make sure they are all in the house. I counted all three, went to close the door and just did see my third dog as she came up the steps just as I stared to close the door.

I have a ghost poodle.):eek:
 
The dead kid examples are really spooky.

Here's a succubus-tinged one:


The phone rang as Monique settled on top of me and drew my cock up into her fleshy warmth. I answered it and heard Monique on the other end of the line telling me the bridge was out and she couldn't make it tonight.
 
"Please don't let her hit me any more," Jimmy sobbed, clutching his teddy bear as his eye swelled shut.

"She's torn to pieces," muttered the cop as he surveyed the bloody mass in the bed, "Musta been a wild animal or sumpin' what done it."
 
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