BRITS AND BEYOND: Six-Words Horror Stories

My friend dies once a week.

One noise, and then, no more…

He is behind me, isn’t he?

That was my last “Simon says”.

I heard something in the closet.

I live alone, who are you?

You shouldn’t have entered the room.

The zombie was his old friend.

The ghost was floating around me.

My dead grandpa returned to life.

The terrifying scarecrow was an experiment.

The haunted furniture started to fly.

The devil was next to me.

Feeling alone, stalked, and then… silence.

I’m scared, corpses are around me.

Then, she died in my arms.

I need help, he is here.