A place to submit Two Sentence Horror Stories.
I always think about the pain of what it would be like to make a deal with the devil, and if you would forget it. I randomly became skilled one day, and I often connect those two thoughts, and one time, while thinking about it, I woke up.
I wake up in a padded room, I wasn't crazy or anything, so I ask the only person in there with me; "Why am I here, did I do something?" I realize that he is dead, the world blew up, now the world is this room.
Jogging on a dry Wednesday evening, I saw him his face white as a ghost he comes towards me I run in the opposite direction he runs through me like I'm nothing but then I felt it, was like I just got stabbed.
It was at night and I heard footsteps downstairs, I thought it was my daughter who got up and was eating sweets. I was about to get her in her bed, when I heard her vice from her room: "Dad is that you downstairs?"