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There's a theme trending in various social media to write a horror story in two sentences. Some of the ones I've seen are quite good. Let's see what we can do in this group (feel free to deviate from the "horror" theme.) Here's mine, to start it off:

I chased it into my trap, yelling in victory, when the walls sealed shut around me. A hundred more of them slithered out of the corners, rushing to burrow into my flesh.

Little Miss Miggy was at home to visitors, she was dressed in her best and smiled charmingly when a young man crept up to her and bowed low. She put out a pretty hand - and tore off his head, which she ate with great enjoyment.

I had some Six Words competition earlier. This looks long compared to it :)

With the war reaching us, we decided to seal the tomb and flee the excavation. Too bad I went back for my notes.

She's wearing her glasses, crystal clear vision, perfectly suited for her. Well, if only she could see...

I tried to forget her. Difficult when I was enmeshed in her web, watching her drink my blood.

Cadavers would be more interesting if they talked more. Too bad they only tell me one word a day.

They didn't see it coming, but I did. What I didn't see is it coming back.

We patrolled the forest for years, making sure the tubes sticking out of the ground remained intact, before it finally dawned on us. The night the warden had us remove the tubes from each dirt covered mound, the forest floor ceased to be a secret prison and became a mass grave.

I decided it was time to take the baby off the pacifier. Its fiery breath kept melting them, anyway.

The hollow noise from inside that tube echoed and reverberated like an angry moan. We walked forward knowing we had made a mistake in coming here.

He had put locks on the doors and shutters on all the windows and I was alone in the dark. I could hear boulders rushing down the hill and bouncing off the roof of what would, soon, surely be my tomb.

NBC newsman Lloyd Dobbins stood in front of a burnt house in Virginia Beach, VA, gave the address and family name and live on air filed this full report (and said no more):
He lived. She died.

Our first mistake was thinking the oddly humid cave was a cave. Our second mistake was when we tried to take samples of what turned out to be a tongue.

The thing appeared before me, small dull red-rimmed eyes glaring from a distorted ashen face, foam dripping from pale shaking lips while it gibbered mindlessly. Y’know, I really hate mirrors when I’m brushing my teeth in the morning.