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Horror short stories

Two sentences in, you already regret reading it. Thirty seconds each.

Horror

The babysitter texted: the kids are asleep, everything's fine. We don't have kids.

My wife read it out loud twice. We were forty minutes into a movie on our couch. There is no upstairs in our house. I called the number. A young wom

Horror

My daughter drew four stick figures. She labeled the extra one "the other mom — she sleeps under my bed."

I laughed. I said, "Great imagination, bug." She corrected me the way six-year-olds do — patiently, like I was the slow one. "She's not imagination.