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Super Short Halloween Horror

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Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

– Stephen King

Halloween Stories

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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.”
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“Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.”
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My grandmother told me that it was a gift to see the angel of death in front of people’s houses, to know that he’d be collecting someone there soon. I thought it was a gift too, up until the day I began to see it in front of every house.
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Yesterday my parents told me I was too old for an imaginary friend and that I had to let her go. They found her body this morning.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“I can’t sleep” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
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Creepy Picture

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A mother is tucking her daughter into bed one night and her daughter says “Mommy, there’s a monster under my bed.”

The mother sighed, tired of repeating the same line every night, and reassured her daughter by saying, “Sweetie, there are no such thing as monsters and there is nothing under your bed.”

Her daughter wasn’t happy with that answer and replied, “Can you check? Please?”

The mother, somewhat amused by this decided to look just to make her daughter feel comfortable.

And there, under the bed… was her daughter quivering in fear and whispered, “Mommy, there is something on my bed!”

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My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. “Guess how old I’m going to be next month.”

“I don’t know, beauty,” I said as I slipped on my glasses. “How old?”
She smiled and held up four fingers.

It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.

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I scream at my wife every night, urging her to lock the doors. If only she had listened a year back, I’d still be alive.

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I don’t know what feels bad, the fact that I helped my friend commit suicide, or the fact that I ignored his dangling feet thrashing around, as he begged me to stop in his final moments.

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This soup is delicious. What’s the secret ingredient?
“You’ll find out soon enough”, she said and threw her untouched bowl down the drain.

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Ghostly Short Stories
Happy Halloween

Editors Note: We are not the authors of the above stories. Most where gathered from public use social media sites. If you are an author and would like attribution contact us through the link found on the author submit page

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