Two Sentence Horror Stories

8. (Rhyming)

71.

I held her in my arms, dying.

What could lie in her crib, crying?

72.

A knock at the door and 'Could you help us?' I hear.

I glance outside once and nevermore for the kids eyes were black and their faces austere.

73.

Can you hear the beautiful ring of the bell?

That means its time to drag you down to hell.

74.

Roses are red, violets are blue.

You'd better run, I'm coming for you.

75.

You see, I stand on my box.

And I know how your window unlocks.

76.

Muscles now relaxed, and still in her bed; young Timmy and Zax leaving all left unsaid.

A smile Zax cracked, and 'no' Timmy plead: 'no need to cut further, mom's already dead.'

77.

Wrapped in sheets and cuddled in bed.

You'll foolishly expose your sweet, precious head.

78.

You taught me how to be a man, but today I feel so all alone.

Happy Fathers Day dad, as I kiss your gravestone.

79.

I once had a girlfriend named Jill, I buried her under that hill.

But sometimes at home, when I'm all alone, I find that she sleeps with me still.

80.

I can't move, breathe, speak or hear and it's dark all day round.

I should have been cremated, and buried in the ground.