Welcome to our 2023 50 Word Horror Story We Miss Halloween Contest. Everyone wishes they had 2 Halloweens, but no one will listen. Being that I’m missing Halloween, I need horror stories and lots of them. So post your 50-word horror stories in the comments below. The winner gets free promos on our site, email, and social networks. The best story, selected by me, wins.
I’ve been running these contests for years, and some fantastic stories have been posted.
The rules:
- It must be high-quality horror stories
- It must be 50 words or less
- It must be a complete story
- Have to be in before our deadline.
- The deadline is June 15, 2023
- Enter as many stories as you like!
- Post your story in the comments below.
- Scariest Story Wins
The prizes:
- The top scariest story will win the promotion.
- Promote anything writing-related.
- You get 1 ad, an email blast, and a posting on all our social networks.
- Your story will be published on our site.
So this is easy; leave your scary 50-word story in the comments. I’m really looking forward to reading them.
Enter as many stories as you like!
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I wanted to . . . but held back, my eyes misting – how beautiful she looked. I gently, gently reached out, until my hands feeling the softness of her skin squeezed, squeezed tight, until the room echoed with the softness of her last sigh.
I wanted to . . . but how beautiful she looked, golden curls cradled by a silken pillow, breath soft, in the silence. I gently reached out, my hands circled her neck, tightened, squeezed, Her eyes opened, golden curls rose with snake like fangs to draw blood. Her face lit with a smile.
The darkness crept in, closing in around her as she realized she was not alone in the abandoned asylum. The screams of tortured souls echoed through the halls. Barely audible above the sound of her own pounding heart, she could hear the echos of distant footstep getting closer.
Closer….
The world ended on a Tuesday.
The world ended on a Tuesday, consumed in atomic fire. Skin and civilization burning; the Mona Lisa and the pyramids, dust. But I survived, me in the bunker. Me and the mutants, pustule arms pounding on safety glass. Bang, bang, bang. They hunger. They want my rations; they want me.
The diagnosis
White walls glowed beneath florescent lights, the chatter of nurses peripheral. The oncologist moves with quiet haste. He sits on the chair opposite mine, clipboard flipping open. It’s positive, stage 4, spread to organs, terminal. I don’t hear what follows as he’s off to the next room. I sit, numb.
Missing River
We headed to the river, but the path was missing. The lantern Dad held high abruptly fell, extinguishing our light. I looked for Dad, but he wasn’t there. I ran back to the house, stopped in the yard, and watched our home evanesce.
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t like the scene.”
Empty
She’s in pain as she lay back; if only the doctors had listened, she wouldn’t be here in the first place. Her eyes flicker to the team of nurses standing next to the scalpel that would soon rip into her belly to remove the piece of her that creates life.
The sound outside my window. It was just after midnight; when I heard a sound that woke me up .
I then walk towards the window, The light from the full moon cast a eerie shadow on the wall. And that’s when he grabbed me.
It was a full moon night, when they went to the drive- in to see the new horror movie. But on the way back home that’s when it happens. Swooping down from the sky ; big black wings claws and fang on both ends . As it ripped they heads off.
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With they beaded red eyes and evergreen scaly skin : Aliens from another galaxy far beyond ours, has just landed and have stake a claim to the whole human races . And there’s no escaping, I know because one has just gotten a hold of me .
Darkness
I found another bloody bite on my arm, I wondered why as I slide open the shower curtain grabbing a face towel, that’s when I saw her bloody lips. I smiled at my reflection slowly closing the curtain remembering that I am the Demon. I am her; she is me.
Icy breath chilled the back of Steve’s neck as he tugged at the chains binding his hands. Sobbing behind his gagged mouth, he willed death to take him. Sharp nails ripped and tore at his spine causing the last nerves to twitch as he slipped into nothing.
There are portals to a different dimension. Something has created a way to reach the parallel universe. It was intentionally opened, and something came crawling out of it. The dog barks at nothing but can sense it. Something is watching you when you sleep. Don’t open your eyes!
The echoes of my hoarse screams reverberated throughout the darkness of the pocket dimension. I slammed my fists against nothing as I watched through the sliver of a window. This false version of me smirked as he loaded a moving truck with my wife, my kids, my life.
The night when she turned into a vampire. We were laid out in backseat of my mustang. Ready for a make out session, she tilt her head backwards and the fangs came out. A bite on my neck, had me in agony. She had an organism while I was dying.
His fictitious self grinned to himself as he packed up my wife, my children, and my whole existence onto a moving truck.
Laying in my bed in a conscious state of mind. When that thing grab a hold of me . I find myself grasping for air. It won’t let go of me, fighting and screaming at the top of my lungs. Oh God ! “Save me ; I’m so not ready to die.! “
He stared at the hole in his glove, watching a tiny rose blossom beneath the latex. A pinprick, nothing more. But enough. Enough to know exactly how Sleeping Beauty felt, only he was wide awake, watching as everything he knew, glove, finger, blood, rose, lost its name, its meaning…
Midnight approaches and the threat of slow death shatters your skull. Sweat burns like heat lamps on your skin while soundlessly, you prepare to honor the departed souls. But will you? One minute before Halloween, if you breath in more air than the person closest to you, you will suffocate.
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A long, dark hallway. The creak of a door, a whisper in an ear, a howl of a wolf. You step inside. Quiet breathing behind you as it fades to black… You wake up. Darkness. You scream. Echos. You realize there is no escape. Terror. It is so Dark.
I tried to run, but he dragged me and strangled me.
He threatened me with a sharp knife.
“Don’t scream, or I’ll stab you.”
Fear arose, I screamed, and the blood was already flooding.
I felt the pain as I saw my reflection while holding the knife in the mirror.
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