Welcome to our 50 Word Christmas Horror Story Contest. 50 word horror stories are fun to write and fun to read, and we always get a big response. Christmas was creepy at one time, and we honestly just want everyone to have fun writing on our site. If you win you will be in our print issue. We may also select some of of the none winners to be included as well.
Please read our rules carefully!
Stories:
Must be high quality horror stories
Must be 50 words or under
Must be a complete story
Have to be in before our deadline.
Deadline is December 20, 2021
Enter as many stories as you like!
Post your story in the comments below.
Scariest Story Wins
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I can not remember what you were wearing the night that I killed you, but I remember it was Christmas Eve. We had just left your annoying families holiday party and you said something rude to me in the car. I smacked you with the new pan we got, repeatedly.
What should have been a beautiful Christmas morning was not. Burglar, Ronnie Hughes, 12 days out of prison chose the Beck Family home for his annual Christmas Killing. Carl, Anne, their two children and cat all brutally murdered and tied up with ribbons and bows, placed under their sparkling tree.
Arnold, 53 and permanently single, peeks through his married neighbors bedroom window. She’s in a red robe and christmas socks. She’s dancing, solo, as she gets ready for her bath. Arnold snaps the latches back on the window and quietly sneaks in. Grabbing her by the throat, slicing it open.
Twas the night before Christmas and the Porter family’s home was dead quiet. Hank Porter was shot in his study, Marilyn Porter was strangled in the bedroom and Lizzie Porter was behind it all. Loathing her family holiday tradition, Lizzie snapped. Killing her parents was her path too Christmas freedom.
Twas night before Christmas,
I woke up to sound, it wasn’t a mouse roaming around.
In my den stood a man with bloodshot red eyes. that screamed serial killer.
Holding his steel axe and swinging.
to my head, as my head rolls under the tree with all the Christmas presents.
I remembered one Christmas morning at ten-years-old, when instead of a BMX bike with twenty-inch mag style wheels waiting for me, a putrid stench came from the fireplace, and to my horror, wedged inside the flue was a bearded fat man in red. Now, I refuse to acknowledge the holiday.
“We are sorry for your loss; she was a kind soul,” his family said. He nodded as his tears roll from his eyes. He was missing you. So he went to his room, pick your lifeless body, caressed your cheeks, and pushed the knife deeper into your stomach, chuckling deeply.
“We are sorry for your loss; she was a kind soul,” his family said. He nodded as his tears roll from his eyes. He was missing you. So he went to his room, pick your lifeless body, pushed the knife deeper into your stomach, chuckling deeply as you died on Christmas.
Ring My Bell
My favorite season is Christmas. I volunteer, ringing the bell every Christmas Eve. Staring as my breath met the cold, I felt something hit my head. I opened my eyes; it was Christmas morning. I was no longer giving, instead my life was being taken. My favorite season was Christmas.
Pudding smells, muffled yells, you cannot get away.
“How do we know we’re not just characters in some higher being’s show?” You’d asked.
“You don’t.”
“I renounce being a possible pawn.”
Bed and window, but no sky beyond. Grey face, orbed like the moon with no sun.
You’re written out.
This contest is closed, please see our latest contest: https://www.everywritersresource.com/2023-50-world-horror-story-we-miss-halloween-contest/