Hey guys, I have found some two-sentence scary stories and I want to share them with you. Each of these is not connected to each other.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.”Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.I went into the bathroom and looked right into the mirror. My reflection blinks.They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.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.Day 312. Internet still not working.You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.You’re laying in bed and with your feet dangling out of the covers. You feel a hand grab your feet.The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs. Something locked the crypt door from the inside.My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.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 screams.The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”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.The pairs of emaciated eyes outnumber the single round in my gun. With pleading tears falling on her doll’s hair, I point the barrel at my last surviving daughter.Post your own. I sure am not creative enough to make one!