Write a scary story in two sentences

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If you're looking for some really good two-sentence horror stories, there was a Reddit thread a while ago with a bunch of gems:

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.

Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.

I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.

They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.

You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.

My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.

You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.

You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”

I never go to sleep. But I keep waking up.

Nurse’s Note: Born 7 pounds 10 ounces, 18 inches long, 32 fully formed teeth. Silent, always smiling.

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me.

She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty.

After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn't know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.

I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
 
I'm an nihilist, and the world is a cesspit of pain and blackest suffering and run-on sentences, also girls don't like me. I'll never be any good, but fuck you guys, who do you think you are, do you think you have the moral high ground because you laugh at people on the internet and destroy my black weeping heart?
 
My stories are open to interpretation.

"He tried to rape me and I defended myself," I said to the night security deputy, who informed me that they had CCTV video of everything that happened that night.

"But wasn't that camera broken," I said and winked, and watched as the deputy grinned, then accidentally broke the camera and lost the videotape.
 
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