Six-Word Horror Stories
Campfire flickered; shadows moved without us.
Tent unzipped itself in the night.
Whispers circled, but no one spoke.
Footsteps approached; everyone was inside tents.
Something watched from beyond the trees.
Screams echoed; we were the last.
Flashlight died; something breathed behind me.
Maps led us in endless circles.
We found another campsite—identical to ours.
Morning came, but the sun didn’t.
