Two Sentence Horror Stories

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Once upon a time, there was a boy

who found himself lost between two realms.

Okay. We're switching it up today.

Girls, stay here for jumping jacks.

Boys, you've got relay sprints up the track. Go!

Come on, let's go!

Uh, no. No, no, no, honey. You're with the girls.

Front row seats at the freak Olympics.

Oh, my gosh, look.

Hey, Elsa? Is everything okay?

Mr. Ortiz?

It's Elliot, remember?

Right, Elliot.

Of course. I'm so sorry.

Principal Meyers.

Oh dear, this is the men's room.

- I'm a boy. - A-ah.

You either got the equipment or you don't.

It's not that simple.

Oh, well maybe in the city this kind of thing flies.

But around here, the policy is no boys in the girl's room,

and no girls in the boy's room.

Sounds pretty simple to me.

But you know, I'm just here to enforce the rules.

Hell, maybe there's something you're not telling me.

So please, feel free

to uh, use the urinal

if you got what it takes.

Oh jeez, kiddo.

You scared me.

Not used to having visitors down here.

Why didn't you turn the lights on?

I didn't know they still worked.

Yeah, it's a dump. I know.

Welcome to my world.

Well, it's nice to have some company for once.

What's your name, kiddo?

I'm Elliot.

Pleasure to meet you, Elliot.

I guess I scared the dung beetles out of you too, huh?

Yeah.

Thought I heard something.

Hmm.

Oh.

You're a musician.

Yeah. I mean...

I guess I want to be?

Hmm.

I started writing my own music in there in 5th grade.

Hmm, yeah.

I can see you really put your soul into this.

You came down here to get away, didn't you, kid?

How did you know?

I've been here a long time, kiddo.

I know what goes on up there.

I know the kinds of things kids like them do to kids like you.

What do you mean, "kids like me"?

Oh, you know, musicians, artists, the sensitive type.

It's a real shame. I can't tell you how many good ones

I've had down here over the years.

Crying alone in the dark.

But I'll tell you something.

I don't pity you. Uh-uh.

I pity them.

They're just nasty little people with nasty little hearts.

Ugh.

You know, don't get me started.

You like pistachios?

Yeah!

So come on.

Are you going to tell me what's eating you, huh?

I mean, just what are they doing to you up there?

I don't know.

I guess...

Everyone in this town just seems so backward.

I just wish I had one person to talk to.

Hmm.

I mean, I can't even go to the bathroom

without getting messed with.

What you need is for these folks to stop picking on you, right?

Tell me.

What does it feel like when they're all staring at you

and laughing at you?

It feels like torture, I guess.

Like this pain that just fills my whole body

and I can't do anything to stop it.

Hmm.

Have you ever seen one of these?

It's called a Dolor Ocarina.

And it is a very special instrument.

In what way?

Well, for starters, it's like any old instrument.

You know, you pour your heartache into your music.

People hear that, right?

You pour your pain into this bad boy,

and they feel it.

Imagine.

People feel the way that you feel.

If they knew what it was like, maybe they'd leave me alone.

That's right, Elliot.

They'd think twice about messing with you again.

So you're saying it's magic or something?

Well why don't I just let you borrow it for a little while

and you can... you can see for yourself.

We could make a trade.

What kind of a trade?

A page of your songbook.

Something precious of mine for something precious of yours.

How do I play it?

Okay guys, so that wraps up chapter 36.

You can open up your textbooks and read ahead...

The next time somebody messes with you,

when you're feeling all that pain inside,

just play them a little song.

Hey, Elliot, we want to hang out with you.

Come out so we can do your makeup.

Hey!

Oh, no.

What is that?

We'll never do it again.

We're so sorry.

I wish you could've seen their faces.

They actually started apologizing and like,

saying how sorry they are.

Sounds like having one of these

could really change your life, huh?

Yeah.

You know, for the right price, I could make it yours to keep.

So that you could protect yourself

whenever you felt like it.

Really?

But what, what would you want for it?