Sometimes all you need in life is a little rush of adrenaline, and the easiest way to get your fix is to read something creepy. Classic horror novels can be very effective in this regard, but short, two-sentence stories work even better! A hint there, an adjective here — your imagination will do the rest.
We at Getzkick had to huddle together with blankets and a couple of flashlights to write this article. If anything happens, blame it on the monsters under that bed over there!

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I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, ’Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.’ I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, ’Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.’

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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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The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

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You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you’re heading down the stairs, you hear a whisper from the closet saying, ’Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.’

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There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.

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I just saw my reflection blink.

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She wondered why she was casting two shadows. After all, there was only a single light bulb.

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They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room, I begin to hear popping.

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She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.

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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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You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.

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You’re lying in bed with your feet dangling out of the covers. You feel a hand grab your feet.

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The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock at the door.
Frederic Brown — ’Knock’ (’The Shortest Horror Story’)

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I never go to sleep. But I keep waking up.

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I always thought my cat had a staring problem — she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.

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Day 312. Internet still not working.

Source: thoughtcatalog

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