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.