The grave

My daughter won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help!

Mother's eyes

All her pictures were gone - he had even cut her face out of the wedding photos. the smell of her perfume. All of her clothes. That silly tune she always used to hum - all of it was gone. His life was no longer whole; and the vacancy of his wife leaving created a vacuum begging to be filled. 
But it wasn't all bad. The stupid photos of his in-laws were replaced by pictures his dad had given him when he was young. He started using that old cologne she always hated, and hardly missed her perfume. And that silly children's song she always sang? He replaced that with the unintelligible, inhuman screaming of his now blind 5 year old as she bled onto the carpet. 
"Sorry honey," he said. "You always had your mother's eyes." 

The last school bus

"Hm, the bus is a little early, isn't it, Evan?" "Yeah, I don't know if that's the right one, either."
The bus pulled over and opened its doors. Kids tentatively started walking to the bus before deciding, yup, that's the right one. Must be a new driver. I watched as my 12 year old son got onto the bus this morning. I can't believe 12 years went by so fast. Where was my little boy i cuddle with? Read stories with? Oh, to go back in time and do it all again. I love that boy. 
I watched the kids board the bus one by one. They're all such good kids. Not one of them a trouble maker or bully. The bus stayed parked without the flashing lights. Cars went around the bus honking the horn. I walked to the bus to find out what the driver was doing. I jumped as the lights started flashing and the bus backfired. The backfiring continued, mixed with screams. 
What the hell? Blood spattered on the windows. I saw my son's terrified eyes pleading me to save him. I watched as his head came off with a blast of whatever it was the bus driver was holding. Never in a million years did I expect today to be my son's last day of school.  

Waving in the dark

She sat on my wife's lap, our little girl. Hannah wasn't quite a year old but she was sweet, social, a happy little thing. My wife would sit on the couch and play with her for hours at a time. 
For months, she would pick up her hand and shake it at me. One day, out of the blue, Hannah did it by herself. My wife had finally taught her to wave. 
Not long after, my job required me to go away on a business trip in Singapore. This wasn't unusual and my wife and daughter looked forward to the nightly Skype chats we would have. I think it made her less lonely, my wife. 
The night before i was due home, I video-called my wife to finalize the plans for her to pick me up at the airport. She was beautiful, her tired but happy face filling my screen. Little Hannah was in the background playing happily. My wife was telling me a funny story, something about the neighbours. 
Hannah stood up in her playpen and began to wave in the hallway. "Honey, is someone there with you?" I asked. She never got a chance to answer me. I never saw either of them again. 

The wedding night

It was their first night together. "Hi, love, since we're now married, can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure, should I be worried?" 
"No. It's nothing. It's just something that's bothering me for a long time. Remember when we were kids and we always played hide-and-seek by ourselves?" 
"Yes, what about it?"
"One time, while I was looking for a hiding place, I was a Devil. I wanted to run and scream but I couldn't. It saw me, walked slowly towards me, and whispered, "I'm not going to hurt you, just don't tell anyone you saw me." 
The girl was crying and smiling relieved to have told someone something that burdened her for a long time. 
The man smiled and replied, "Love, didn't I tell you not to tell anyone you saw me?" 

The starved

"Either die or help starving people." 
This is what they told me, when I was facing the death row, as a fork is being inserted in my thighs, I have now understood what they meant. 

She hates being seen

Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up.
She hates being seen. 

The hand

You get home, tired after a long day's work and ready for a relaxing night alone. 
You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there. 

The visitors

After a hard day at work, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. 
I didn't know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there. 

The homeless man

On my way home from work a homeless man showed me a newspaper article with tomorrow's date. 
It said I was murdered by a homeless man while walking home. 

The older sister

Little kids know stuff, man. My niece is 4 and talks about her 'older sister' constantly. 
She is always talking to her too. She is an only child and has no idea her mother had a previous pregnancy a few years back that was a mid term loss. 

Buried alive

Being buried alive was bad enough. 
Realizing I wasn't alone in my own grave was worse!

The firstborn

I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. 
As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me. 

The 14th floor

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window: 
I live on the 14th floor!

The child

A wedding photographer was testing his equipment as the old farm where his client's wedding was to occur. That's when he caught the image of a child staring right at him. 
Asking around, the farm owner claimed to often see the spirit of a young boy wandering the grounds in night clothes. 

The closet

The last thing I saw was mt 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.  

The dead girlfriend

My ex-girlfriend won't stop calling me in the middle of the night. 
she died two years ago. 

The murder

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. 

Under the bed

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

The silent speaker

When I was first able to hear again I would often talk to myself when I was alone, just to enjoy the sound in my ears. 
I stopped shortly after, once I started hearing replies to my conversations. 

The Tag

Last night I had an itch that would not let me go to sleep, and I knew what it was; however, as hard as I tried, I could not reach it.
So, I stood up all night cursing the person that forgot to take my toe tag off before I was buried. 

The other mom

A girl heard her mom yell her name downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. 
As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said, "I heard that too." 

The deadly hollows

I can't move, breathe, speak or hear and it's so dark all the time.
If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.

The creature

I hear my son scream, so I rush upstairs to comfort him back to sleep.
He doesn't believe me when I say everything is okay,
perhaps because he sees the creature that followed me to his room.

Lost into the abyss

The construction worker waved down the Mazda as it drove past, trying to stop it from driving off the cliff. When it sped past in the fog, its tail lights kept moving forward and didn't drop off into the abyss. 

The unwanted guest

A man and woman went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon, and checked into a suite at a hotel. When they got to their room they both detected a bad odor. The husband called down to the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they would like another suite. The manager apologized and told the man that they were all booked because of a convention. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice for lunch compliments of the hotel and said he was going to send a maid up to their room to clean and to try and get rid of the odor.

After a nice lunch the couple went back to their room. When they walked in they could both still smell the same odor. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try and find a suite at another hotel. He called every hotel on the strip, but every hotel was sold out because of the convention. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find them a room anywhere, but they would try and clean the room again. The couple wanted to see the sights and do a little gambling anyway, so they said they would give them two hours to clean and then they would be back.

When the couple had left, the manager and all of housekeeping went to the room to try and find what was making the room smell so bad. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, changed the towels, took down the curtains and put new ones up, cleaned the carpet and cleaned the suite again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple came back two hours later to find the room still had a bad odor. The husband was so angry at this point, he decided to find whatever this smell was himself. So he started tearing the entire suite apart himself.

As he pulled the top mattress off the box spring he found a dead body of a woman.

Aren't you glad?

Two dorm mates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dorm mate — let's call her Juli — got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dorm mate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHT?"