It’s Halloween week and so begins all the horror and the haunting. For most of you this’ll mean fancy dress in work, maybe watching a couple of classic horror films and slasher flicks, maybe taking the kids out trick-or-treating and/or to a fancy dress party, or it’ll mean nothing at all – just the end of October. Of course, for many of you what it’ll mean is a damn fine excuse to get shitfaced. You’ll probably dress up too, whole or half heartedly, as a zombie (insert anything here) or a sexy (insert anything else here) or Heath Ledger’s Joker. Me? I’ll be going out in full drag.
Anyhow, we here at Cultured Vultures are going back to the roots, and this Halloween we’re bringing scary back. So here are some truly terrifying horror stories, cultivated from t’internet, to get you well and truly spooked. They’re especially apt for all you ADHD sufferers (Attention Deficit Halloween Disorder), as the following stories are just two sentences long, but damn it if they don’t get the job done. They’re like horror story crack.
Quickly though, here’s one of my own; I went to the drinks cabinet. It was empty!
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
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The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
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After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
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My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don’t have a sister.
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“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
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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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A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said, “I heard that, too.”
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I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own scream.
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There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
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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, I realized that she was always looking just behind me.
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I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me.
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In all of the time I’ve lived alone in this house, I swear to god I’ve closed more doors than I’ve opened.
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