I’ve seen these types of things on other sites and figure the Dopers should be the best at it since they’re the best at everything. I’ll get the ball rolling. (Please, no political jabs.)
With each wipe of the makeup removal cloth, the clown’s face grew increasingly terrifying.
and
My new hand regarded my screams to drop the knife with complete disinterest.
I’ve seen these as two-sentences, One sentence may be more challenging.
He heard a wolf howl outside his window, which was strange, considering he lived on the tenth floor.
Are we supposed to continue from your sentences or is each sentence supposed to be a self contained scary story?
(edit, okay I get it.)
“Dad, I’d like you to meet my new girlfriend, Miley Cyrus!”
Am I doing this right?
With each lungful of water he drew, he felt the powerful fingers pulling him further into the blackness.
Upon waking, Hannah felt a wet spot on her leg, and then noticed a forked tongue disappear in between the mattress.
I felt the pull on my foot, left carelessly dangling over the edge of the bed, and I knew that the long, slow torture was about to begin again.
He was happy to hear his wife calling his name from the attic until he remembered that she died 2 weeks ago.
As the train whistle got louder, she realized her foot was hopelessly wedged in the railroad track.
She got back into the car and was so preoccupied with her phone that she didn’t even realize it wasn’t her husband driving until they were back on the road.
As she aimed the car towards the lovers she remembered how he had said “Till death do us part” and now by God she would make him keep his word.
John took his eyes from the road to put a CD in the player, and as he looked back up he saw the motorcycle driver he was about to hit.
When she had told him, “You’ll always have my heart,” she didn’t realize that he took her words literally.
Couldn’t wait to return to the snow-covered, darkened barn after a long day of charity work for Make A Wish Foundation and continue to amputate limbs from the detective chained to the table and dance with his intestines around my neck as he watches while he screams to the end.
It never occurred to her when she failed to return her new neighbor’s wave as she set off on her evening jog that she had just signed her death warrant.
Drifting off to a lonely slumber, a cold, bony, hand caresses your leg.
“My only real friend,” chuckled Mary O’hara, as she slit the horse’s neck upward from the gut to the muzzle, thinking only of the smell of fresh Fried Flicka.
As the vault’s door slowly closes, a dry whisper caresses your ear - “Hello, lover…”
As I struggled to re-light the lantern, all around me I could hear their hoarse breathing and the scraping of their claws on the rock of the cave floor.
That’s good.
As is this.