Abbott & Costello Meet Six Word Horror Stories

 Abbott & Costello Meet Six Word Horror Stories

For Sale. Chainsaw. Only Used Once.

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His insides… were on… his outsides.

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Something dripped on her face… blood?

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She lay motionless.

I already knew...

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"Heard you were dead." 

"I am."

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"..3, 4, better lock the door…"

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You should have locked the door.

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They're right in front of you.

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Cupid's arrow had a poison tip.

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The setting sun never rose again.

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Turns out, it wasn't a nightmare.

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James Corden's coming to your restaurant.

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A Tremors-inspired Six Word Horror Story:

Giant worms. Digging holes. Eating people.

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Grinning, the clown closed the door.

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"Howdy, stranger. We've been expecting you."

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Eat it, before it eats YOU!

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"Your account shows some unusual activity."

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Woke up with my kidney missing.

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It's Halloween... and I'm sooo hungry.

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Trick or treating?

So am I.

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Halloween…

…look at all those treats.

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Trick-or-treaters…

…so darn tasty.

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Jim Duchene

Master Horrologist

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