Two Sentence Horror Stories

1. “Finally,” he laughed and dropped the knife, gazing bleary-eyed at the leaking stump where his wretched foot had been only moments before. "Rid of that damned itch."
   

2. “Pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!” Mommy picks me up and I give her the biggest hug ever, but then she shrieks, throws me back in my toy chest and slams the lid.
   

3. He thought he was finally rid of her, but then a sharp pain at the back of his neck jolted him from his euphoria. He spent his final moments staring at his wife's fingers still entwined in the silver chain she'd given him for their anniversary–right before he'd pushed her off the platform.
   

4. Ignoring the shackles cutting into her ankles, she drank greedily from the first broken vial she could reach, but she tasted the sweet burn before its toxic stench reached her nose. The poison chewed through her throat as a stooped figure atop the collapsed staircase tittered, “Thirsty, dear?”
   

5. The screams from down the hall were halted by the lovely sound of serrated metal on bone. With a crooked smile and ragged sigh, the old crime boss whispered, “Sounds like my new lungs have arrived.”
   

6. Dozens of beady eyes blink back at her through the darkness, making the little girl's stomach lurch. That feeling used to be fear when her family abandoned her years ago, but now, she feels nothing but hunger.
   

7. A soft breeze tickles my nose and I feel weightless, airborn, reborn. But when I open my eyes, the ground is far, far below and I gasp with empty lungs and grope with mangled fingers as the dirty rope digs deeper beneath my chin.
   

8. I always did love his big arms and soft lips, bright eyes and strong hands, now a work of art upon the kitchen floor. My special friend agrees with me as it hops from tile to tile between my husband’s body parts that I proper warned him not to try and send me back.
   

9. Mama said to take turns using the grown up scissors, but my sisters keep staring at me with my exact same face, only they’re not smiling. It’s my turn but they won’t let me, and the scissors are too sharp on my skin, and they won’t stop singing,“Two is better than three, two is better than...”
   

10. The half-drunk whiskey bottle spins ‘round ‘til slowly, it lands on me. Everyone looks from me to the tiny naked man waiting patiently in the corner, fondling the chains bolting him to the floor as he licks his lips, still dripping red from the last girl who won the game.
    

11. Benny was his favorite–the only thing he ever loved that actually loved him back–but the little voices crowding his head don’t care. "I'm sorry," he repeats as he holds down his best friend and yanks out its pretty white feathers until they turn red like the sun rising outside the basement window and the voices finally go quiet.
    

12. She utters a word over her outstretched palm and my skin sloughs off and my skeleton dissolves and the world inflates as I fall forward onto a stomach slick with mucous. The last thing my bulbous, protruding eyes see is the angry shadow of her descending boot.
    

13. “Get out of my house!” she wails at the top of her lungs, but he won’t move, mouth agape and un-breathing, bloodshot eyes staring at her across the threshold. The man only flees when his wife pulls the knife from her chest where the cheating bastard put it twelve years ago.
    

14. "Nonbelievers with their weak flesh and brittle bones are no match for the power of the Archangel," he mutters to himself, milky eyes watching the young couple leaving pennies in his cup. Before they can return to to their lives of sin, he rain down the Archangel’s justice upon them, then drops the rusty pipe.
    

15. She cleans the stiletto of her left boot, amused by the sobs coming from the sniveling asshole edging away from the pretty swathes of wet crimson now coloring the room. She sneers, "your sister's life for yours, that was our deal, no?"
    

16. I numbly shove the rubber doll that looks like me back into its oddly small UPS box and stumble towards the sound of my doorbell. “I think you must have gotten my package by mistake,” my neighbor says gently, shoving me back inside.