25 Word Halloween Horror Story Contest 2018
Welcome to our 25 Word Halloween Horror Contest 2018. You know how much we love Halloween and horror, so this is one of our big contests. This contest is for bragging rights only. We will announce the top 3 winners on Halloween night 2018. Honestly, it just wouldn’t be Halloween without a 25 word story contest.
The rules are very simple:
- 25 Words or less
- Post in the comments
- Deadline is October 28, 2018
- Enter as many times as you like.
- Must be scary, clever, awesome….best story wins
- Must be unpublished original stories
We look forward to these every year. Please have fun. Be nice, and I hope your story wins.
Please leave your stories below, DO NOT EMAIL THEM. Good luck, leave your stories below.
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Here on this vile planet
We take a piece of you and
clone it.
Your eternal punishment is that
you get to watch it squirm…..
“You’re getting warmer” was all I heard
While I lie dying on my bed
I could feel the flames now
The hot breath of Gabriel
The ghost simply hovered at my door
Moaning a slow deep tone
Sad for me that I could not fly away
from my dirty life
Death found me in the twlight….
Not as a ghost or a grim reaper
But as a child giggling
forcing me to take my medicine.
A white figure stepped out from behind the gravestone, its face a skull, its arms just bones. It looked at me, screamed “eek!!” and ran.
Her lips wet with blood, she spit down the well. She’d been promised her son back if she ate her husband. She’d been lied to.
Cracking bones above my head, neighbors whispering as they eat something that
sounds like wet baby pigs trying to get off of a greasy plate.
Maggots gorge his oozing larynx. The sun rots his torso tucked in the muddy marsh. Crows feast on his eyes. And then there were none.
There was a squishy sound, the kind a butcher makes when he pulls organs from a carcass. Creatures awaited morsels shared by both the executioners.
Rag and Bone Man
A torn body lies at his feet. I draw my weapon.
“Turn around.”
He turns, grinning. Holds out a ragged duffel.
“Fresh bones for sale.”
I didn’t know my son’s ailment was contagious until my body too began to split apart like wet paper.
When I see the ghostly white shapes moving through the distant fog I wait for them to break out of the mist but they never do.
My grandmother ordered my mother to cover up all the mirrors every night. On the night my mother disobeyed, my grandmother died in her sleep.
When the police came, it was too late. Whoever was hiding in the vents had ran away after overhearing my phone call.
Feeling strange as if someone was holding on to me. I couldn’t shake them. The more I walk, my throat tightens. Get off me!
I’d always ignored what was in front of me. But I couldn’t any longer. Not with my father dead, knife in my hand. My fault?
No one knew of my adventure to explore this cave, alone. Heavy rain upstream filtered down, rapidly filling this secluded cavern, while the air disappeared.
The imp crouched on top of the tombstone. It glared at her, trembling in anticipation. The husband she thought she killed wasn’t dead after all.
I can’t speak in this cramped closet. Feels like I’m on my back. No doorknob? I hear flames. It’s getting warm in here. Uh oh.
By morning, at least fifty leeches were permanently attached to my body, including my face, swelling with my blood. I watched helplessly, hopelessly, growing faint.
Pumpkin spice Ice cream,
“That’ll teach you” I grumble. Then licked his blood from my figures, he screams. I just wanted to eat my ice cream in peace.
Surgery,
I was counting down from 10 like the doctor said, Warmth spilled down my thighs. I tried to move and someone yelled; “Stop she’s awake!”
Here there is only darkness. A faint whisper of death that lingers on your skin. It crawls over you, leeches into you. Drowns you.
I walked thru a graveyard on Halloween night. A spectre appeared-I trembled in fright! A spectre
appeared and I ran from the night!
She pulled it out of her mouth. Blood mixed with tears, landing on the bird’s feathers. Its lifeless eye laughed at her. It had won.
Licking his lips he seduced the last embers of the flame like he did his last victim nice and slow.
I wake up and my room’s dark, I can’t move. I hear whispers inside my head, they’re laughing, they’re saying they are inside now.
The baby cried, loud and desperately. Mom had a knife in her hand and a smirk on her face. Suddenly, there was no more crying.
Swirling red mists fill my mind with need. I claw upwards through earth until moonlight bathes my face. I crave blood and the hunt begins.
Cold, fetid tentacles quests across my flesh. They desire my sanity for only the insane are able to withstand the full glory of the Master.
Rain poured while lightning flashed outside her window. Her heart stopped when she saw what stared back at her. It was the face of evil…
Walking alone in the woods she knew she was being followed but couldn’t see who it was. Whoever or whatever it was footsteps sounded closer…
She awoke in the dark, not knowing where she was. She knew she was being watched and saw a dark figure looming in the corner…
She woke up frightened Halloween morning in 2016. She had a nightmare that Trump would win the presidential election. Thankfully it was just a dream…
An existential void. We all are made of mist. A question that we can’t avoid—how do we know that we exist?
Hillary won . . .
Deep in the woods, the earth splits and ten thousand screaming voices fill the air. Something wicked crawls into the world. Nobody witnesses this.
wandering the dark shadowy woods.I heard a whimper,it was coming from one of the trees that was slowly turning into something grotesque.
I wandered the dark shadowy woods from behind I heard a whimper coming from the tree behind me which was slowly transforming into something grotesque.
The carriage thundered along the moonlit highway suddenly, the horses reared in fright.
“STAND AND DELIVER!” There stood the skeletal remains of a dead highway man.
He felt something icy grab his leg. looking down at the grave he saw the white hand that was slowly dragging him down into it.
The mirror hung before her, there was no reflection. Was it a trick mirror? Then she remembered she’d died the year before in her sleep.
The Cliff
I walked along the edge of the cliff. Suddenly I felt a push from behind, free falling blood and viscera spilled out below on impact.
She walked along side of her childhood home, hearing hushed voices as horrible as the scars on her body. She slipped on the hood and smiled.
An unknown hand grasped my ankle, kidnapping me from slumber. I thought I was alone, until her pale, cadaverous face emerged from beneath the covers.
I was here before and I know what’s coming next. He smiles and lines up the knives like soldiers. ‘Shall we finish what we started?’
My head is in some kind of metal vice so I can’t turn it and when I look down my hands are tied with wire.
If you scream when I take your gag off, I will crack your skull like a walnut. So, are you in? Didn’t think so, shame….
Trying to escape from the dark a cold shiver ran down my spine;
I reached my trembling hand out, “There’s No Doorknob!”
Still trapped inside.
She sucked the blood out of his very gut.
He was slowly falling apart, drained…
He was dripping of fear from every cut…