2 sentence horror stories /b/
wow omg wow, just wow. This is very well written, how did you think this up?
How is this creepy. Either the all knowing narrator is not as all knowing as he thinks, since the man obviously is NOT the last man on earth, or, if there is no all knowing narrator and it is only assumed that the man is alone based on the observations of the man himself, he is mistaken. In both cases it would be a fucking great thing to hear a knock on the door, since you can finally escape loneliness and there is still hope of rebuilding a society.
You fucked it up mate. It goes like this
I heard my mom scream for help from the downstairs kitchen, but when I was only half way down the stairs I heard my mom yell from somewhere upstairs, "No come back, I heard it too, thats not me.
I think jokes or stories that don't contradict themselves are pretty much funnier and better than the ones destroying the own premisses, so in fact, I am the better story teller at parties, yes. I can also drink 2.5l beer through a funnel with only vomiting one in about four times. Either way, this pretty much is hilarious.
the thing is that if we assume the narrator is omnipotent and he is factually the last man, we assume that something inhuman is at the door. it could be an animal like a woodpecker, who just sounds like a human knock, or it could be as sinister as the angel of death visiting the man in the manner a human would
would totally read such a elenore-style story.
I think the assumption that the man is mistaken is far more likely than a supernatural event taking place and I am absolutely aware of what was intended with this horror story, no need to explain it.
>he assumption that the man is mistaken
Do you even horror?
Obviously it's intended that you assume whatever is knocking is not human, thus allowing your imagination to take over.
Just as obvious is the fact that you have no imagination and might as well be dead.
R E A L F U C K I N S P O O K Y ! ! !
Can't you just get over the fact, that this story is just bad? It's not enough lines to create the feeling of something supernatural in a case like this. There are stories who can fuck with your mind with two sentences, this one just isn't like that. It's bad and I told you why it is bad.
>I really, really, really like this
>Save it, It's all... yours... my friend
My little daughter once had a sleepover at our place and she and Sarah, her friend, would have constant screaming battles over who was the loudest. The next day right before lunch break I heard them screaming again behind the couch I was sitting on as I was watching television, I said "Girls, not again plea..", but didn't finish my sentence as I just then saw them playing outside in the garden.
A phone rings in the house
No phone so what is phone?
Mary girl of dreams,
after 10 year lying on deathbed in cansur waarrrd, wife must confess sumthing
is actually dolan
I've had dozens of competitions with my friends and strangers on festivals. We even built a quadruple "funnel" that was powered with a car battery and four pumps, one for each hose. It send down pretty much anyone who tried it out after we set it up on a pathway on a local festival. We like enjoying a beer or two on a regular evening, but on festivals it's a hole different story and it's not too hard to remember how many .5l cans you put in there, buddy.
>Constant screaming battles to see who was loudest
as someone who lived across the street from two sisters who played that game, I hope you die very painfully. I want to grow a third arm so I can wring your neck and hit you simultaneously while I ignore your pleas of "not again please"
What kind of excuse of a father says "please" when his little angel is acting like a fucking monster.
Wow. Congrats on making drinking lame now bro. That was impressive.
You got it all wrong, faggot.
>My son asked me to check under his monster for beds.
>That's when I saw my bed, under the monster and it said "Somebody's on my son."
>be at checkout line, 9/10 at register
>buy lonesome saturday night supplies, icecream dvd etc
>thinking of maybe asking girl to come home with me and watch the movie
>While paying, girl hands me a bag and says enjoy
>reply "you too"
>awkward looks exchanged. Quickly leave, never come back
well... sleeping in this old farmhouse just got a lot fucking harder thanks dick
You walk down the stairs at, you can see the street
Wouldn't it be terrifying if some large 4 legged creature sees you through window
^ imagining something looking at me when I was downstairs at night spooped me bad for my entire childhood
>Implying anyone seriously buys beer that's below .5l in Germany.
One day, a huge (like 16 numbers) phone called me with the prefix +1101812 or something like that
>Automatic voice (Microsoft Sam like): "Im talking to Anon"
After this, the call stops with a background silence (no beeps or boops)
>A bunch of noises like connecting to the Internet in the 90s (phone line) appear and 20sec later the noises stop. Background silence.
>Tv and radio turns on loudly.
>Alone at home.
>mfw I have a chair facing my bed
>mfw that same chair has a suction cup dildo on it
>Heard a knock on my door
>BUT I'M ON THE THIRD FLOOR
A fellow you bumped into has accidentally dropped his wallet. You're rather late, and will return it after you're done being a fucking jew goddamn I hate those curly hair freaks it was Adolf Hitlers fucking wallet and you are the reason the holocaust happily happened. Fuck you.
Once, there was an ugly barnacle.
He was so ugly that everyone died.
"Looks like we're the last two people on earth...
Your girlfriend comes out of the bathroom and looks at you, sat on the bed, before screaming and crying and fucking breaking down with fear.
You freak, thinking there's something on your back or some shit so you rip off all your clothes but she's just screaming more and finally you make out some of her words: "it's you, it's you, oh my god don't hurt me".
>I think the engine is broken. I'll walk and get more fuel.
Because if your engine is broken - Adding more fuel will repair it
This is where I knew I was in for a treat with the rest of the story
There is a really long run on sentence, you try read the through the authors lack of creativity, only spaced by commas
You freak, thinking it is impossible to read it or some shit so you rip off your cloths but it just keeps running on and on and on and on, finally you hear the words "Strangers waiting, Up and down the boulevard! Their shadows searching in the night! Streetlight people Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night"
>be home alone
>be like 14, easily spooped
>heavy breathing for a couple seconds, i hang up
>15 min later phone rings again
>heavy breathing for a couple seconds, i hang up again
>phone rings again
This is supposed to be a horror scenario? I'd have the time of my life. I'd just sit there watching her crying her brains out when she realizes that she's not a piece of shit because patriarchy held her back, but because she has literally no talents and is worthless. There will be no patriarchy with only her and me, she'll realize that she has been wrong all the time and when she finally collapses I'll start my one-man "patriarchy". Subtle at first, opening doors for her (implying we will use doors when nobody's around anymore), telling her how to do stuff she can't, go out collecting food for the both of us until, again, she realizes what's going on, namely that she forced herself into the gender roll she were constantly referring to as constructed by society and when she is starting to blame me for what I was doing (that being creating the patriarchy all over again), I'll abandon her and unnoticed watch her fail her every tasks, because she's such a worthless, talentless bitch.
In case she doesn't fuck things up, it would be sad, but in the end I couldn't lose. Not interested in physical violence, to be honest, not even without consequences.