A place to submit Two Sentence Horror Stories.
Every time I get home from my school, I bend down in a crouch in front if the grave where we buried my dogs. It brings tears to my eyes when I remember that my family can't see them when I play with them in the lounge room.
I open the door to my house every time I get home from school, and every time I open it, I hear my dogs barking at the door just like they used to before we had to put them down for reasons. One time I opened the door and faintly saw them there, their bodies half decomposed, and when I woke up, I heard barking from downstairs.
I could feel the pain of the knife cutting through my body during the autopsy, and I could feel my body slowly decaying as I sat, unable to move staring at the inside of my coffin. I screamed and screamed, even though I knew nobody would hear me as I slowly faded away, decomposing for the rest of eternity.
I hear footsteps and heavy breathing, I'm terrified as I hold the knife in my hand. Then the worst happens, she screams as she sees me and I only just about manage to plunge the knife into her as she again tries to run away.