It was teatime. I opened the biscuit tin and a swarm of spiders crawled out.
Teatime came. I poured the tea and it turned into blood right before my eyes. I was too terrified to move.
I opened the old book at teatime. The pages whispered my name in a voice that wasn't there.
I sat for teatime. When I sipped my tea, I saw a face staring at me from the bottom of the cup.
Teatime came. As I reached for a biscuit, a cold finger tapped my hand from under the plate.
Story 1: The old house stood alone in the dark woods. Every night, a cold hand would reach out from under the floorboards. Story 2: She walked into the empty classroom. A shadow on the wall began to take the shape of a menacing figure.
One story could be: I woke up in a dark room. The walls were damp. There was a strange smell. I heard a low growl. I tried to find a door but there were only walls. My phone was missing. The growl got louder. I saw a pair of red eyes in the corner. I started to scream but no one could hear me. I realized I might never get out.
Well, here are a few. 'In the mirror, a strange face appeared behind me. It vanished when I blinked.' 'I found a note in my pocket. It said 'I'm always watching you' in a blood - red ink.' 'The clock stopped at midnight. Then I heard a whisper saying 'time is up' from the dark corner of the room.', "Answer3": "A 2 - sentence horror story could be this: 'I opened the fridge and saw a pair of eyes looking back at me. It was a severed head. Another is 'I woke up in a room filled with cobwebs. Then I noticed a figure lurking in the corner, its eyes glowing red. And also 'I was alone in the house when the phone rang. The voice on the other end said 'I'm already inside'.
I'll share this. I found a diary in an old attic. The last entry said 'They're coming for me tonight' and then the handwriting turned into scribbles. I started to hear scratching noises on the attic door right after reading it.
Story 1: I woke up to a cold hand on my face. When I turned on the light, no one was there.
My phone took a picture by itself. In the photo, there was a figure behind me.
I heard a baby crying in the attic. When I went up, I saw my old doll with a knife in its hand.