2 sentence horror stories

I just had a conversation with my neighbor about talking to his dead wife in the underworld. I wondered how since she was scratching away at the paint in my basement. As I drove home alone in the dark yesterday, handprints appeared on my car windows and I heard loud banging. The next day, the car washer told me the handprints were on the inside of the car, not the outside. “I’m watching you because you know how I love you so.” I smiled at the loaded gun in my hand, knowing that he was finally close.