What are some good best two line horror stories for a campfire?

One of the best campfire horror stories is 'The Hook'. It's about a couple parked in a lover's lane at night. They hear on the radio about an escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand. Strange noises start to come from outside the car. When they drive away in a panic, they find a hook dangling from the car door handle. It plays on the fear of the unknown and the vulnerability of being in a secluded place at night.

One could be: 'I tucked myself in. Then I saw a face under my bed.'

The mirror showed my reflection smiling. I wasn't smiling. I ran.

Well, you could tell the story of a possessed car. Everyone in town believes it's haunted because it starts on its own and drives erratically. But it's actually a group of teenagers who learned how to hot - wire it remotely for a joke. There's also the fake horror story of a mummy that comes to life in a museum. In reality, it was a security guard in a mummy costume playing a prank on his colleagues. And the story of a witch in the forest is just a hiker who got lost and was wearing a black cloak and a pointy hat for fun.

Well, this one is good. A guy goes to the doctor. Doctor: 'What seems to be the problem?' Guy: 'I keep seeing spots in front of my eyes.' Doctor: 'Didn't the new glasses help?' Guy: 'Sure, now I see the spots more clearly.' Another one: I got carded at the liquor store. I showed my library card. They were not amused.

One of the best campfire stories is 'The Hook'. It's about a couple parked in a car at a lovers' lane. They hear on the radio about an escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand. Strange noises start outside the car. In the end, when they drive away, they find a hook hanging from the car door handle. It's a classic that gives a good scare.

Walking in the forest, I saw a figure. It had my face but no eyes.

I opened the old diary. The last entry was written in my own handwriting.

Walking in the forest, I felt watched. I looked up, and a pair of red eyes stared from the trees. It was no animal. There was an intelligence in those eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to run, but my feet felt like they were stuck in the mud. As I struggled, I could hear the thing getting closer, branches snapping under its weight. I knew that whatever it was, it was coming for me, and there was little I could do to escape.

Lights out. Strange noises. Then silence.