/u/GameTimeBros's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

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As I pulled into the driveway from a long business trip, my son in his red pajamas smiled at me from the porch.

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In the gym of my school, there was a trail of blood running down one of the far walls.

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I used to fear death, believing I would accomplish nothing in the short amount of time I was given.

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My mother frantically pushed me into a hidden compartment under the floorboards, telling me, “Don’t leave this place until the sun comes up.”

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If you find that your reflection is gone, don't go looking for it.

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“Nice working with you, lad,” he whispered, leaving with his payment.

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It had only just broken into the room, but it could already sense where the children were hiding, and began to sing a tune; “Why can’t the clocks, with their ticks and their tocks, be heard when the sun starts to fall?”

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I had been sitting quietly in the living room when a group of men came bursting through my front door.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
As I pulled into the driveway from a long business trip, my son in his red pajamas smiled at me from the porch.	11
In the gym of my school, there was a trail of blood running down one of the far walls.	10
I used to fear death, believing I would accomplish nothing in the short amount of time I was given.	9
My mother frantically pushed me into a hidden compartment under the floorboards, telling me, “Don’t leave this place until the sun comes up.”	9
If you find that your reflection is gone, don't go looking for it.	8
“Nice working with you, lad,” he whispered, leaving with his payment.	5
Rule #4:	3
It had only just broken into the room, but it could already sense where the children were hiding, and began to sing a tune; “Why can’t the clocks, with their ticks and their tocks, be heard when the sun starts to fall?”	2
I had been sitting quietly in the living room when a group of men came bursting through my front door.	1