Write a scary story in two sentences

[MarvinTheParanoidAndroid]

Take penis length enhancement drug.

Penis shrinks.

 

[Adamska]

You start to have fun on your trampoline. It proceeds to rip after a high bounce.

 

[Dolphin Lundgren]

You go onto the internet.
The connection is out.

 

[MarvinTheParanoidAndroid]

Get on an elevator at the top floor.
Boogie walks in behind you.

 

[Somar]

Star Trek gets a brand new movie trilogy with a new director. The director's name is Rian Johnson.

 

[Dolphin Lundgren]

You're the last man on earth and now you have all the time you want to read your books.
Your glasses break.

 

[Jet Fuel Johnny]

Oldy but goody: "As the last two people on Earth, it's up to us to repopulate, M'lady," he said, tipping his fedora.

"Your teenage son is down to a three on the Glascow Scale," your wife of thirty years says in a man's voice.

After checking your bank balance to find millions of dollars, the cell-phone in your pocket rings. You don't have a cell phone.

You get a text from your wife telling you to act natural until she gets home. She is sitting beside you.

 

[Duncan Hills Coffee]

Your gay Siamese twin has a date tonight. You have only one ass.

 

[Puddleduck]

I thought it strange how my hotel room was full of paintings of zombies, staring at me.

In the morning I realized they were windows, and one of them was open.

 

[Xetzyr]

Looking into a mirror you suddenly realize you can see inside your tomorrow.

There's no reflection looking back and you can see something slowly moving into the door frame, something crawling on the floor and covered in pain... you can see what pain looks like... you can see pain... nothing but pain... you can see your reflection.

 

[Xetzyr]

You scream at the mangled mess of moving glass shards in the shape of a figure as it approaches you, "I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!"

A low, screeching voice is heard through tiny pops and shatters of glass, "Ignorance will be your epitaph... after I wear you like a puppet."

 

[ES 148]

You wake up, and log into an internet forum to flaunt your creative and intellectual superiority.
Alas, there are only beans here.

 

[Xetzyr]

There's a sharp pain in the back of your head... you can't see anything... you try to cry out but there's no sound... why does your face feel like it's burning?

You suddenly remember the gun... "Oh, oh God, oh God no, I'm still alive!", Vrakks thinks to himself.

 

[Xetzyr]

The grim specter of death itself suddenly appears beside you, leans in and sniffs your head.

You can't see his face, but you know he's there, you can hear his voice inside your head as he whispers, "Your soul smells like pigeons, ready to take off in a scare at a moments notice. How many more years do you think they'll keep you suffering along in agony like this?" he asks as the only sound that can be heard in the room is a continuous *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*

 

[Xetzyr]

You're sitting in a crowd of people, looking at their faces... just looking... the more you look the more you can't help but feel like something is wrong... why do they look like that... why do they look the way they do... why do you humans look like that?

You realize it's a rhetorical question (again?), you... the you that's reading this right now... because deep down inside, deep in the recesses of your soul you know you're not really one of them, you know they look wrong because they don't really look like you, you know your reflection is a lie, that face you wear is a facade, the real you, it's their suffering, that's all you are, just suffering... endlessly... and there's no way you can ever kill it away, can you?

 

[Xetzyr]

You feel really tired, a sleepy sort of feeling in the back of your throat, you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling the muscles in your jaw tighten and stretch out as you feel yourself yaaaaaaawn in relaxing vigor.

You just did what you just read... now, what sort of writing do you think it would take to get you to stop... breathing... inhale... stop... now suffocate.

 

[Xetzyr]

When you notice things are wrong, that's when they'll notice you, the mist men, the mist men who are always watching, when you notice, they notice.

Things seem wrong because you're dead, but you can't be, you're not allowed to be dead because you're "wrong" and "wrong" people aren't allowed to be dead, so when you die you have to keep going back again and again, reliving the same period of time again and again, never remembering that you're caught in a loop, never remembering that your own life is its own living hell, endlessly repeating... until you start to notice things are "wrong" in the world... because you're "wrong"... and that's when they'll come... that's when the mist men will come to correct what's "wrong" in the world... but that's really you, you're what's "wrong", not the world, so you'll have to be corrected... so you forget once again.

(kind of a run on sentence there I know)

 

[Begemot]

You wake up, and log into an internet forum to flaunt your creative and intellectual superiority.
Alas, there are only beans here.

Onideus is naked and stares down at you, his erect member is writhing in sheer lust. ''You look hungry sweetheart, I've got some sour cream for you.''

 

[Adamska]

You start to scratch at your leg. You then look down when you feel something give and you see your flesh sloughing off; the stench of rot pungent in the air.

 

[lechatnoir]

Warily, you open the door to behold your daughter's first date.

"Hi, I'm Onision."