One Sentence Horror stories
- The Mary Word
- 23 hours ago
- 1 min read
By Joanna Cowan
I already know what you’re thinking: ‘These aren’t one sentence.’ And you’d be right — but ‘one sentence’ sounds way catchier than ‘two,’ so let’s roll with it.
I have rated these one sentence horror stories from 1 = the stuff of nightmares to 13 = Eh.
My father wasn’t too terrible, but I certainly preferred my mother. Though, in hindsight, I may have simply overcooked him.
To the girl who keeps knocking on my door at night. I’m not letting you out.
I just won a staring contest against a doll.
I've been living with the love of my life for 5 years now, I think it’s more than enough time to finally introduce myself.
“Oops” said the surgeon.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
I've been looking for my sister all day long. But I don’t remember where I put the parts.
The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.
There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
My sister says that mum killed her. My mum says that I don’t have a sister.
I just saw my reflection blink.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.
A few hours after I was buried alive, I was thrilled when I heard someone digging me out. My joy quickly faded when I realized the sound was coming from under me.
This was my rating ❤️ Let me know what you think.
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