Craft your own original two sentence scary story!

Here's mine:

I'm alone in the house reading a book when I hear a knock at my front door.
I never got up to answer the door because after the knock, I heard a voice from nowhere whisper close to my ear, "Don't let them in, they'll make you bleed."








Happy Halloween, everybody!
-Zen

These are a couple lines from ghost concepts I made up for the game Dead Realm (a hide-and-seek ghosts vs. humans game) on Steam. The whole thread is here:
http://steamcommunity.com/app/352460/discussions/2/541907867778283749/

"When Cousin Augustus tried to stay the night in Huxley Manor, per the conditions of what was left of Huxley's will, he was woken out of his sound porcine sleep by something gnawing on his fingers.
It got worse from there."

"The authorities found Sal's body inside the chimney of the study, where the ghosts had stashed it after finding it amusing to discover how far Sal could - willingly - bend before he broke.
It wasn't as far as Sal could have hoped."

"Barbara blasted her fiance's head apart with her father's shotgun (which he had kept loaded all through the years in the fantasy of using it on his wife), and turned it around to stare down the other barrel. Then, in an instant, Barbara wasn't hurt and lonely anymore."

"Could anyone really blame her when she slipped some rat poison into a batch of her famous rum cookies, liberally pouring in the rum to disguise the taste? There's plenty - tell your friends that Cookie has enough for everybody."

"Nash had cleared out, scattering the ashes of his fire and abandoning all his tools. But he left behind the bodies."

(And if the game's premise sounds interesting, I feel like I should put a link to the game itself just out of fairness' sake:
http://store.steampowered.com/app/352460
Sorry if that's too off-topic, but I felt bad mentioning it without giving it more publicity.)

I could hear them outside squabbling for our skulls, from the car's boot.
"Mama, I want to go home"? my two year old whispered, as she clung to me.

I watched them eat my eight months old baby's heart raw and dripping blood right outta her tiny chest, I heard someone scream and I think twas me, I watched as one of the angry cannibal picked a rock and flung at my head, I watched me die.
Yeah, I died. But somehow I was still there. Watching.

lol, you are too much

May I be of some assistance?
"The night was moist..." she was prepared for what was to come. Then I woke up.

The gnawing sound awoke me; suddenly, it scampers away. My skull lies moldering on the floor.