I found these stories and had a laugh…. Thought I’d share them to encourage you all to try and write your own.
Think of an event and write a one-liner about it with a response.
Have a laugh….
I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, i could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams!
“I cant sleep”, she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
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 he whispered “daddy, theres somebody on my bed!”
You get home, tired after a long days work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is what you feel instead on top of it!
I cant move, breathe, speak, or hear and its so dark all the time. Had i known it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead…
She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty… what happened?
I never go to sleep… So why do I keep waking up?
My daughter wont stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. Visiting her grave and asking her to stop doesnt help either.
After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didnt know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment and place them there.
There was a picture of me sleeping in my phone. I live alone.
I hope up to hear knocking on glass. At first I thought it was the window, until I
heard it coming from the mirror again.
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 12:07, I heard my closet door creak open.
Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that i live alone, its much more unsettling.
In all of this time that I have lived alone in this house, I could swear that I have closed more doors than I have opened.
I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. As I started making my way down the stairs and towards the dark living room downstairs, I heard my mothers voice from upstairs yelling “DONT GO DOWN THERE, I HEARD THAT TOO”, as I found myself frozen in the middle of the dark stairs… (my personal favourite!)
She asked me why was I breathing so heavily. I wasnt.
My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.
I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a female voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me.
I always thought my cat had a staring problem – she always seemed fixated on my face, until one day, after looking at a picture of mine recently taken, she was always looking just right behind me…
There is nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless its 1 A.M. and you’re home alone.