| High Noon | 349 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| The Visitor | 344 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| Psyoptic Neuroplasty | 340 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| Pain Killer | 320 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| As I knelt in my late wife’s crypt, I prayed to God, “please Lord, tell me what I should do now?” | 316 | TwoSentenceHorror | | | | |
| Snatching for Scraps | 306 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| No Vacancy | 297 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| At Least There’s Cake | 284 | shortscarystories | | | | |
| I have a curse of the verse and I am searching for reversal. | 283 | nosleep | | | | |
| The Night Out | 283 | shortscarystories | | | | |
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