Thanks to Charles, I read these two-line horror stories on my first rest day in 2 weeks.

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.


I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.


After so many years living alone in this large house I came to a startling revelation. In this time I had closed far more doors than I had opened.



The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.
I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be born still?

Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.

Nurse's Note: Born 7 pounds 10 ounces, 18 inches long, 32 fully formed teeth. Silent, always smiling.

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