Two Sentence Horror

It was already too late when the research team chief crashed inside the control room screaming "It's an eyelid!! An Eyelid!!!"

I must have crossed the globe twice these past five days but I still can't find a place where the camera doesn't reply with ruins and bodies.

I stepped over his corpse blocking the doorway and saw another steel reinforced door with a keypad at the end of the corridor.

The panspermia vessel was to break up low in the atmosphere as to maximise soul and bacterial propagation.

Unfortunately, it also took us 4.2 years to receive the message explaining that the far end of the portal had broken.

But as I watched the test subject’s fingers split apart, each one growing into a perfect replica of his hand, I realized we had made a terrible mistake.

How they picked all the flesh from my leg leaving my bones clean.

But when I woke up this morning, my sheets were soaked in a thick, yellow fluid, and the hole where the lump had been was still twitching.

It spoke just three words, barely audible over the static—Don’t look up.

But today, my hand moved on its own, writing feverishly of colossal beings slumbering beneath forgotten stars, waiting patiently for me to open a door I never knew existed.

It got worse the next day when I found every portrait now bearing the same haunting mark.

When she finally came to bed to spoon and apologize, again, we fit together oddly because she was now a foot too long.

Halfway down the airplane aisle, he realized she was saying it with a "B" as she burst out of the bathroom and people started to panic.

I wonder if they knew this when they buried my all-too-mortal and already half dead body into the landfill.

I've NEVER mentioned the ring to him before.

"Goddammit, I'm just happy it isn't us," I said while watching big gouts of flame and smoke lick up the opposite tower.

I'm not sure if it's a testament to how tired we felt after such a hard day, or to how good this cheap bargain bin propane heater really is, but the kids and I quickly started to feel drowsy.

Aghast, as I was forced to watch it greet and kiss my wife, I realized the mindwear virus was probably meant for an assassination at an awards show I’m scheduled to attend in nine months.

I started to suspect that "Geiger Counter" was not old German for "Gold Collector", as he had said.

The venture failed and a hundred thousand people disappeared.

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By the time it was too much, I didn't have the ability to do anything about it but scream.

The demon observed the trembling, starved man, fated to slowly die from radiation hidden in his small hole in a burning world, and slowly answer "No, my friend. HELL, is the way out".

"Looks like your blood test is sending you straight onto the pile" he muttered to the baby lying in it's metal crib.

Once the simulation crashed, the AI purged the now-dead human brain from the tank and began the procedure to defrost the next one, commenting, "This is so much easier with religious ones."

when I happened to glance up at my TV and see the reflection of a shadowy figure behind me.

I turned to scream