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Two sentence horror stories

Inspired by this, I decided to exercise my creative juices towards some horror stories. Hope you stay spooked enough :-)

The revelation

I laughed at my friend who claimed to be able to see and talk to ghosts. The laughter stopped at my throat when I glanced upon my garlanded photo on the wall.


An eerie connection

The mobile rang shrilly in the dead of the night at the musty, dark cottage. Preeti grabbed the phone fearing the worst, only to see a 'No network coverage' sign on her screen.


The encounter

As she sat on the couch, her back facing the lone window, waiting for her husband to come home, she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked behind to see her husband grinning to see his usual trick having the desired effect. Just then the doorbell rang and she opened the door to find her husband standing outside.

Noises

"A household with kids", mused Aarti on hearing myriad sounds of tiny feet running around, furniture moving and a swing creaking from the floor above. Being the new tenants of the two-floor apartment, she decided to befriend the upstairs neighbour, only to find the stairs end at the opening to an empty terrace.


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  1. You are a natural, you wild woman :D What chills!!

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    1. haha..naturally spooky? ;-) Thanks a lot, Shailaja :-)

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  2. Really Good... I came here from blogadda.com

    Can you please post this same blog on http://wridr.com/

    It will be a great help for my venture. Thanks.

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    1. Hey Vivek, thanks for dropping by :-)

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  3. Uma you are a natural. Nice, complete stories.
    Looking forward for more horroršŸ˜±

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    1. Thanks a lot, Inderpreet! and welcome here :-)

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  4. To compress so much spookiness in two sentences is an unnatural(!) gift.Awesome they are.If you can do this in two sentences,how much more in 55WF you can achieve?

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    1. Thank you, KP sir! I'm flattered by your compliment :-)

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  5. Spooky indeed!!
    Quite a feat to achieve in two lines. Well done, Uma! For some reason, I found the third one most spooky. The picture of a ghost grinning from outside the window is so eerie ..

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  6. That was spooky indeed! Looking forward to more such stuff!

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  7. wow .. Uma .. wonderful.. keep them coming :)

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  8. Woah...More chills n goosebumps. Loved the stories.

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  9. Oh My God!! Chills, thrills and more! Spooky! But loved them all!

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  10. Uma, please don't do this again! As it is I have trouble stepping out of my bedroom at night. I keep hearing 'things'. And, now you come and share your wild, scary shortys! :-) But, loved reading them all and plan on trying out some myself! <3

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    1. Hahaha, Shilpa..spooky stories are meant to spook, right? So, in that sense I'm glad to have spooked you :-p Now, come out with yours. I'm sure you'll breathe in more authenticity ;-)

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  11. Cool! Quite spooky for just two lines. How DO you guys write complete stories in so few words? I am totally amazed!

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    1. Thanks for the compliment, Chicky! Actually, its fun to write in fewer words..try it out!

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  12. Wooooooooooo spooky!

    In two lines? You sure are gifted.

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    1. Acho, no gift and all re, but thanks so much for the appreciation, Soumya! <3

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