Two Sentence Horror Stories

Jin?

Rawr!

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

Stop!

Okay Jin, it's your favorite, right?

Chicken.

This will make you feel better.

Ma, you don't have to do that.

Eh?

You should offer this to him every night.

They are tangerines.

I know what they are.

You know,

you know.

If you really did, he wouldn't still be hurting you.

What?

What are you talking about?

Still hurting?

You knew?

You knew what he was doing?

Ma, I slipped last night.

It was wet and I slipped.

Is she right?

Are you still here?

Is that why

Get it together.

What's wrong with me?

Come in, come in, please.

Thank you so much for agreeing to help us.

Ma?

Ma, did you have a chance to pick up that,

oh.

Hi.

Hi, I'm Harold.

This is Harold.

Yeah, I got that.

Your mother-in-law invited me here

to help you with your problem.

She believes that the spirit of your husband

has been corrupted and is trying to hurt you.

Are you kidding me?

Are you seriously taking advantage of an old woman?

An old grieving...

You young people think you know everything,

but you know nothing.

Jin's spirit is not at rest and he's hurting you.

Look at those bruises.

Jin's dead, ma.

He's dead and there's no such thing as ghosts,

much less abusive ones.

Let me ask one question,

and I promise, after that, I will leave if you want me to.

Okay?

Have you felt safe since your husband passed away?

Ghosts aren't people.

They're just unresolved emotions of people.

Pain, rage, so strong and concentrated that they linger.

None of us are ever truly just one thing,

not in life and not in death.

He's here.

I can feel Jin's spirit close by.

Hey no!

No, you're gonna make him angry.

Different ghosts require different things

and I think this one wants us

to acknowledge the pain that's here.

Who are you talking to?

Me, I'm right here.

Why can't they see me?

Angela, how did your son die?

What, I.

Jin and I, we never had a son.

But then who are you?

Run!

The door won't open!

Run!