In only two sentences or less.
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.”
I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
I look into the mirror. My reflection blinks.
I say, “I think I’m dead.” “Why?”, says the corpse beside me.
“I can’t sleep” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
I wake up with a cat on my chest. I don’t own a cat.
“Hi Daddy”, says the little girl who look like my wife. She’s four months pregnant with our first child.
“Your turn”, she says and hands me the knife.
No, really. It’s your turn. Post your own scary story in two sentences or less.