Share some 'two sentence horror cannibalism stories'.

Story 1: I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, no one was there.

I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I went up, I saw my old doll with a knife in its hand.

One sentence is 'I took the job on the isolated island'. The other is 'I didn't know the islanders were cannibals until they started sharpening their knives for me'.

Here's another: 'The old doll in the attic blinked. I ran out and never went back.' This creates a sense of unease with the simple and unexpected actions. The blinking of the doll, which is an inanimate object, is very creepy.

One story could be: 'I woke up to a strange noise in the attic. When I went to check, a pair of glowing eyes stared back at me.'

I woke up in the middle of the night. A cold hand touched my face and whispered 'you're not alone'.

I woke up with a strange taste in my mouth. Looking in the mirror, I saw my teeth were gone, replaced by jagged shards of bone.

She heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she saw her own face staring back at her with empty eyes.

I sat at my usual desk in school. When I opened it, a severed finger rolled out.

I woke up to a cold hand on my shoulder. When I turned, no one was there.