20 Word Horror

As promised in my blog post, Horror in 20 Words, here are a selection of horror stories written in only 20 words. Some of the earlier ones fell a little short, some a tad over if I was out of practice for a while. Love 'em or loathe 'em... you decide.


In the dead dark night she came, two arms, two lips; six inches off the floor, gliding towards my bed.

The contents of your bin tells stories. I know what I'll find in your stomach when I rip it out.

The walls, the door, the ceiling are padded. My sleeves cross behind my back. Where am I? Who am I?

"Are we there yet?" she asked, unable to contain her excitement. "Almost," he replied, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Almost."

From sleep I hear the bedroom door creak. I awake. My spine stiffens. I turn around and there he stands.

I love the child. Even when she cries at night. Even when she misbehaves. Someday I'll make her mine.

A knife in the dark.
A grimace around pearly whites.
A single, loving whisper before we part
             " Goodnight sweetheart, goodnight."

The contractions start. The baby's coming. I practice my breathing and remember the conception. It was four weeks ago today. 

The cold wind moaned. A figure stood on the hill, watching me. She watched us all in this accursed town.

They were there again - the shadows underneath my door. The cat seen them first tonight. I pretend to be alseep.

At midnight, when the night drenches us like the black pools of your blood, we shall be one, my love.

As she drew the curtains her hands froze. In the darkness two onyx eyes gleamed. He had come for her.

They surrounded me, looked down on me. One licked his lips, another smiled, wicked teeth gleaming. Then the pain began.

The thing thrashed through the woods behind her. Ahead something loomed in the darkness. A wall. Oh God, a wall.

"You belong to me now," he purred as he stroked my cheek. "Go ahead. No one will hear you scream."

Stop crying. Please stop crying. My ears are bleeding. My teeth grate. My fists clench. Maybe just one.little.shake.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," he quoted, as he sharpened the blade. "We'll soon see about that."

That's my ex. I've a freezer full of them. Sometimes I compare them to see who I loved the most.

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