Everyone Knows That Actions Speak Louder Than Words.

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Two sentence horror story

Scary warning! 😨 ⚠️

Hey guys, it's me, Jeff, Jeff said.

Little did they know, he was ... the killer

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Favorite book is currently book 2, which takes place during Halloween. Makes it the perfect October read.

in the rain

A short horror story I wrote last year, I'm surprised to find out I hadn't posted it here before.

Word count: 1848

TW: psychological horror

The sound of the gentle tapping of the rain on my window awakens me.

Just by glancing over at the window I can see the dark autumn sky even though it must still be around noon.

Slowly I get up from the couch, I must have dozed off for a minute or so.

I walk over to my kitchen to see if there is anything to eat.

Opening all the cabinets and finally the freezer, I discover that I'm all out of food.

Damn, I forgot, it's grocery day today... and I still have to go out with this shitty weather.

Still I ready myself to go outside, I take my dark green raincoat and a bag.

I put on my shoes and finally leave, locking the door behind me, walking towards the nearest bus stop.

I know I'm being lazy, walking that distance can be done in about half an hour, but still this weather seems to only be getting worse.

As I turn around to face the weather I feel the cool breeze going through my coat and the water gliding off my face.

A greeting from the outside, a cold and wet greeting.

Quickly I make a run for the bus stop.

Each time one of my feet hit the middle of a puddle, the water flies around me, making me feel like a little kid playing in the rain.

It takes a couple of minutes for me to reach the small square hut, known locally as the bus stop.

I live in the middle of nowhere anyway.

As I finally lay eyes on it I almost dive for cover under the roof.

I know it doesn't really matter, I'm already soaked, but still, it brings me comfort.

Immediately I notice that I'm not alone.

Someone else is standing beside me.

Most likely also waiting for the bus to come.

Their face is obscured by their coat... Their dark green coat.

Did he get it at the same store as me?

For a while we awkwardly stand next to each other, not speaking a word, or perhaps letting the rain itself do the talking.

Cold seconds pass slowly and eventually I can't take it anymore.

"So... uhh... the weather is pretty bad, éh?"

I know the question is bad, small talk is not everyone's favorite, but worse than that, I don't get a response at all.

And we are back at listening to the rain and just standing next to one another, but this one more awkwardly than before.

The person next to me didn't show any sign of even hearing me.

Finally the bus arrives and I get on.

I look back, but the person behind me doesn't seem to be moving in the slightest.

Does he even breathe? I really can't tell.

"Hey man? Didn't you need to take the bus too?" I call over to him, gesturing that he can go in, but again he doesn't move at all.

I shake my head and then turn it towards the bus driver.

Unlike the usual uniform, they seem to be wearing another dark green raincoat. Almost exactly like mine, or perhaps it's completely the same...

I show the chauffeur my ticket, but he doesn't move a muscle.

Quietly I turn around to look further inside the vehicle.

It's almost completely empty, except for a few strangers dressed with the same dark green jacket.

For a moment I hesitate.

Do I really want to be on this bus?

But then the squeaking doors behind me close, cutting off my only escape route.

Obediently I take a seat, trying not to look around me and just stare out of the window.

When the bus finally comes to a halt at my stop I get out as fast as I can.

Strangely enough this is the first stop it made, no one got on and no one got off.

As I step outside, I am greeted by more rain, falling down even heavier than before.

Quickly I race towards the store and feel a sense of relief wash over me as I finally reach the entrance and hear the familiar chime.

The bright light hurts my eyes, it's a lot brighter than outside after all.

I let out a shivering sigh from the cold. It might be less warm here than outside, or perhaps it's because of how wet my clothes have gotten.

The water has gone right through my coat after all.

I notice my breath leaving my mouth in small clouds and rub my hands together for some warmth.

I guess it must be cold here after all.

Carefully I look around, it seems that I'm the only customer inside the store.

I should probably hurry up, I'm not sure if there will be many buses leaving after I'm done with shopping.

I take a shopping cart and start to move around the store.

Taking with me things for breakfast, things for lunch, things for dinner and of course some snacks.

Eventually I find myself next to an aisle that's entirely empty.

"How strange..." I mutter to myself: "I was sure these were filled just last week..."

I take a few steps back, towards the fridges where they keep milk and stuff.

Something about it seems off.

Carefully I take a closer look.

It looks like all the cartons of milk from the highest shelf to the lowest have all been cut in half in a straight row.

No, cut isn't the word.

More like half of it has been melted off.

The contents are spilled all over the floor.

As I inspect the next row, I see that these all have half-faded packaging.

I look up to find a huge dark stain on the ceiling above it, water is slowly dripping down onto those products and the floor.

It's almost as if the rain is washing it all away.

Quickly I leave for the check-out and find another one behind the counter.

A person, dressed with the same raincoat as mine, somehow still with a faded nametag on their chest, too faded to read.

Honestly it looks a bit silly.

Their hood is up and they look down, causing me to be unable to see their face just like with the others before.

I greet the 'worker' like normal even though he doesn't move at all and I hand them the money, which they don't take either, so I place it before them.

"Keep the change." I say, trying to joke away the fear I feel inside.

That is the truth after all.

I'm scared.

I'm terrified.

I'm terrified, but I don't want to let it show.

Everything about this day has been strange.

Normally I don't fall asleep during the day, normally I don't take the bus to the store, normally I don't stand waiting for a bus with a stranger...

Then there's the fact I haven't seen a single familiar face since I woke up. Why isn't anyone here when usually this store is filled with people I know?

I pick up the pace, too scared to look behind me.

What if they did move?

What if they did move, but only if I wasn't facing them.

What if they were right behind me, staring at me from underneath those hoods?

What if they wanted to do something to me?

I shake my head and enter the rainy and windy outside world again.

The rainfall has gotten even heavier.

I can barely keep my eyes open from all the water pouring down, only able to open them again as I blindly enter the bus stop.

This time I'm alone.

Though I doubt if that really is the case.

I mean, what if they're watching?

While waiting for the bus to come I look at my sleeve.

The dark green fabric has been completely soaked.

Why is it that we all wear the same? I think to myself.

Where and when did I even buy such an ugly thing?

I have another one, a blue one... right?

No, now that I think about it I'm not so sure.

This rain... it's making it difficult to remember.

The bus finally arrives for me to go home again.

Trying to avoid the spats coming from the sky, but failing, I enter the vehicle.

It's cold here too.

Like in the store small clouds leave my shivering mouth.

I look at the driver.

It's one of them again.

Or am I supposed to be one of them?

My coat shows our resemblance.

My hood is still up too.

I take it off and smile at the driver.

"Good afternoon sir, bad weather we're having, don't we?"

Suddenly I hear something moving in the back of the bus.

Multiple people dressed like me are sitting there, more than before.

All of them seem to stare at me from underneath their dark hoods.

I smile at them too, but now that I'm looking at them too they have stopped moving again completely.

The door behind me closes and I take a seat.

Everything feels so unwelcoming, it makes me feel a bit sad.

Looking outside of the window I appreciate the beautifully dreary scenery from my home.

It looks like the water levels have been rising far.

Much further than it normally would.

Almost like the water is trying to swallow it all up.

I'm glad I live up high.

We drive past a small cliff.

I look down at the water through the window.

The rain is still relentlessly hitting the windows, coming down unforgivingly at the windows, making me scared that it could shatter them any moment.

It has become a droning noise overtaking any thought I might have had as suddenly, I feel light.

Everything starts feels like going in hyper speed.

The bus has made a turn.

A turn off the cliff.

And we hit the water before I even realized what was going on.

It's all going so fast and yet, none of them moved even an inch.

All of the other 'passengers' keep sitting the way they sat before, not even trembling because of the fall. Making it look like they were plastic figures glued to their respective benches.

Windows break and water starts to pour in even faster than the rain.

Loudly I curse and get up from my seat in a daze.

My head is pounding terribly, did I hit something?

I'm not sure.

It just hurts.

The vehicle starts to sink and I start to panic.

A heavy tree branch falls through one of the small windows in the ceiling.

I jump back, but then see that it has shattered the entire window and created a way for me to get out.

The water is rising higher and higher and I reach for the window.

Now the people in the bus do start to move.

In a strange and shocking way.

Moving like they have never used a limb before.

Crawling around, stumbling around, a strange form of swimming.

Shit!

They're coming for me!

They're coming for me!!

They get closer and closer with their strange movements.

Trying to wrap their arms around me.

As I feel their freezing cold fingers touch me I kick around me as hard as I can.

"Stay away!" I yell: "Stay the Hell away!!"

Desperately I hold on to the branch.

The first few already have their hands wrapped around my ankles.

"Let me go!!!" I yell, kicking and screaming.

More hands.

And then they start to grip and pull.

The gray light from the sky starts to grow distant, my head is getting closer to the water.

The heavy rain has started pushing me down now too.

Pushing back my hands, letting me slide back down.

I've never seen or even felt a rain storm this heavy, it feels like it's trying to get rid of me.

Trying to clean this place by getting rid of me.

Like a ghost town being washed away by the rain...

Fantastic ending but Jesus did it catch me off guard.

Karen’s Diner

Karen’s Diner: Where our burgers are mean and our staff are meaner!

“Are you fuckin morons gonna stand there gawking at our sign all day?!”

The young couple, having just wandered into the near-empty diner from the highway outside, flinch at my rude outburst—before descending into giggles.

“See, Sarah, I told you we should eat here!” says the man excitedly to his partner. “This waiter is hilarious!”

“Oi, dickhead!” I bark, thrusting menus into his chest. “Go sit in that booth and shut the fuck up.”

Exchanging amused looks, the pair take a seat at said booth while other waiters flip them off from across the diner. I take the opportunity to eavesdrop by aggressively wiping the table beside them.

“So, the whole gimmick is that the staff are nasty to us?” asks the woman sceptically. “How dumb, Chris. And what’s a ‘Karen’?”

“You know—abrasive, selfish, entitled assholes. Karens. Anyway, novelty aside, the menu looks great! All our favourite meals are on it.”

“Gonna order something, dipshits?” interrupts a scowling waitress with a notepad.

Thirty minutes later, we bring their food out. Setting the plates on their table, I elbow a soda glass straight into the woman’s lap. She yelps as freezing ice drenches her clothes.

“Oops, clumsy me” I sneer, eating a fry off her club sandwich.

“Hey! What the hell?!” the man shouts, flabbergasted.

“So soweee” mocks the waitress, spitting in his spaghetti.

“Okay, this is going too far…” the woman murmurs. But it’s far too late for them to stop it.

At once, the waitstaff begin pelting the couple with glassware. Terrified, the pair’s complaints become shrieks as sharp projectiles lacerate their skin.

“Help! I want the manager!” screams the bleeding man, attempting to leave the booth. In response, I slam his head into his plate, splitting open his cheek.

Joining in the carnage, my fellow waitress uses a steak knife to slash chunks of hair from the screaming woman’s scalp.

“You can’t treat us like this!” they sob defeatedly. “We’re patrons!”

Us “waiters” just turn to each other and laugh.

That’s where they’re wrong. They’re no customers.

They’re death row inmates.

Back in the dark days, every prisoner was entitled to a last meal of their choosing—no matter how undeserving. Meanwhile, the cost of executing killers kept going up. Eventually, government officials had an idea.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Grab death row inmates, wipe their memories, drop them at a diner across from the prison, serve them their last meals, have the victims’ family members perform as malicious servers and…execute monsters.

And so Karen’s Diner was born—named after the last child to be savaged by criminals before society stepped up its justice system.

“This is for my daughter” I seethe, inching towards the maimed, memory-wiped convicts in the booth. ”The girl you killed.”

“This is for Karen.”

"would you still love me if I was a worm?"

she said, as she reached for the zipper of her human suit.

"We're gonna eat peaches for dessert!" announced my mother cheerfully.

I always found my best friend's name completely ridiculous.

You're going for a stroll in the woods one day when you see a person approaching you on the same path you're walking on. From afar it looks like they don't have a face. That's a funny illusion, you think to yourself, but as you pass them you realize they actually don't have a face. Less than a minute later you see the same person approach again, exactly as they had a few seconds ago, and this happens another time, and then again and again, and you realize it's not just the faceless person that is the same. You hear the same exact bird chirps in the same exact order with regular intervals, go past the same trees including a tree stump with a cluster of mushrooms on it and a small ant hill. You want to stop and get your bearings but you can't stop, you just keep walking, passing by the same things and the same person over and over. You're starting to realize something about this person, too, that you hadn't realized before for some reason. They're wearing the exact same clothes you're wearing, they have the same hair, they're basically you. Somehow you know your face is beginning to disappear too, little by little, but you can't check because you can't stop walking and your arms won't stop moving in step with your feet. Soon your face is entirely gone just like the other person's face but you keep walking. You don't remember a time when you weren't strolling through these woods, seeing these same things over and over. You don't remember a time when you had a face.

Terror

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. It's a semi-horror story but doesn't contain any violent or graphic content. I was inspired by a Let's Player who played a horror game where someone was buried alive.

Terror: extreme fear.

His eyes open, and all he sees is black. A horrible headache is gradually becoming noticeable. He asks himself, "Where am I?" right away. The air is thick, and his surroundings are damp. He moves his hands carefully in an attempt to sense his surroundings. Immediately he realizes how narrow the space he’s in is.

His fingertips touch a wall, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. It was a strange sensation. He presses his palm flat against the surface. “Wood… that feels like wood,” he thinks. Just where exactly is he right now?

He tries to remember what happened before he woke up in this strange place…

He was in the city in the late evening, had just grabbed a coffee from Starbucks, and was heading to the park. When he went into the park, he noticed it was strangely empty. He lives in a big city, so even around 9 the park was very crowded with various people. He went to sit on a bench near the center, but then he noticed something strange. There were eyes in the bushes. He wanted to stand up and leave as he got a bad feeling about this, but suddenly he heard a loud thud behind him, and then everything was black. That’s the last thing he could remember. 

He shifts and moves again, trying to turn, but to no avail. Eventually he recognizes the shape of the space he’s in. It resembles a casket. A casket. Immediately he tries to push open the lid, but something very heavy is covering it.

As realization dawns on him, he starts to panic. Is he really underground right now? This has to be a bad dream. How did he even get here? Was he falsely declared dead? What happened after that loud thud?

Suddenly he starts screaming. He screams his lungs out, calling for help. Minutes pass, and eventually his voice is hoarse. No one heard him; he’s 1.8 meters underground. There’s no way anyone could hear him when he’s buried that deeply. 

Everything feels so surreal. Of course he heard of the scenario of being buried alive, but that was in movies, video games, or history books informing about stories like that centuries ago. He read about how there used to be bells attached to coffins because the people back then often mistook the living for the dead, and a falsely buried person could just ring the bell to signal they’re alive.

When he first read about this, he thought it was stupid and unnecessary, but oh, how he wished for one of those safety coffins with bells right now. He could just pull a string and ring a bell, and someone would get him out of here, but no. He’s completely sealed with no hopes of being dug out. He’s stuck and will either die of oxygen shortage, starvation, or dehydration.

Mentally he has already given up. There was nothing he could do. As he lies there, he notices he’s lying on something uncomfortable. The realization that he’s wearing the exact same clothes he wore before waking up dawns on him. As he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, he realizes what he’s lying on. A lighter. Whoever buried him didn’t empty his pockets. 

Something feels strange about it. Why would he be buried with all that stuff? He reaches into his jacket and sees that he even still has his cigarettes. Then he reaches into the other pocket he has on his jacket. Jackpot! His phone. Maybe he could call for help? Text someone to tell them where he is right now?

He hurries and unlocks his phone. With incredible speed he opens his calls and clicks on the first contact that shows up - in this case, his mother. He looks at his phone screen, watching as the phone tries to call his mother. It drives him crazy to see the word “connect…” repeat over and over again, just for the phone to automatically hang up after 30 seconds because it didn’t find a connection. He should’ve expected that. There’s no way he can reach anyone on the surface like this. 

Right now, however, he was desperate, and while his rational mind was telling him it wouldn’t work, he still tried to text everyone he possibly could. Even if he expected it, it was still disappointing to see that an error occurred on every single message.

With nothing else left to do, he turns on the flashlight of his phone to inspect the casket he’s lying inside. It’s nothing special, just dark wood. But then he sees something. On his left side something small was carved into the wood.

“Keep Still” 

How strange… But beneath that, something else is written. 

“Not Alone”

A shiver runs down his spine. Is this some kind of joke? A mistake? Someone carved that into a casket, and that someone knew that the person that’ll be inside this casket will be alive. Nothing makes sense. Not alone? He’s not alone? And why should he keep still? Is this other person not allowed to hear him?

Everything about this feels like a dream—no, it feels like a terrible nightmare. A terrible nightmare he’ll hopefully wake up from now. He pinches himself, but he’s still in the casket. 

Hours pass of this terrible silence where he can only hear his heartbeat and own breathing. But that tiring silence eventually gets interrupted by shifting. He can hear shifting around his casket. Like something is digging around him. He shuts his eyes tightly and tries to focus on the noise. Is it a mole? But as the noise comes closer, he realizes it’s way too big to just be a mole. 

The closer it comes, the bigger it sounds. He can also hear its breathing. For some reason it sounds hungry. Very hungry. Scarily hungry. He starts to get nervous. Is that what “Not Alone” meant? Is that the thing that disrupts his solitude in this narrow and thick-aired grave? 

His thoughts are interrupted by something bumping against the casket. The next thing he can hear is intense sniffing. He starts holding his breath and stops moving completely. Whatever that thing is, he knew it definitely isn’t friendly.

The louder the sniffing gets, the more scared he gets. From nervousness to fear. From fear to terror. Terror.

He’s terrified. Terrified of whatever this hungry beast was that’s breathing so harshly and sniffing the casket. He can hear it digging around him, the force of its body causing his surroundings to vibrate. Suddenly it stops moving.

Is it… listening? 

He’s been quiet this entire time, so the risk of it hearing the poor man was low, but he’s still so utterly terrified. What if his heartbeat is too loud? He can’t hold his breath for much longer; he’ll have to take a breath soon.

At this point he’s practically shaking. He tries so hard to hold still, but it wasn’t possible. The terror he felt just got so much more intense. What if his shaking is going to make the creature know about his presence? 

The next few seconds felt like torture, but to his luck, the creature dug itself away from him. As it’s far enough away, he takes a deep breath and starts panting a little. It’s gone… whatever that was is now gone. 

There was still only one problem present - he’s still buried underground. As he tries to think of a solution to distract himself from whatever that thing was, he can suddenly hear digging again, but not from around him. It’s from above. It also sounds different - like three main motions repeating themselves over and over. Something being stuck into the earth, a part of the earth being lifted up, and then the sound of it being thrown away and landing on the surface.

This is the sound of humans digging. With a shovel. Someone was digging him out. Finally, he can get out of here! Soon he can feel the casket being lifted up and placed somewhere. He was smiling. It’s over now! This nightmare of being buried alive is over!

The casket door is being opened, and immediately he sits up and tries to get out, but something stops him. The people around him, the ones that dug him out, look surprised, shocked, and one even disappointed. His smile immediately falters as one of them opens their mouth to speak.

“You survived it?”

My kidnappers didn’t know I was pregnant when they locked me in this cage

At least I’ll be able to eat soon.

2 Sentence horror story by u/traumafactory28 on Reddit.