This is a nice collection of super-short stories, only two sentences apiece.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
I can’t sleep,” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
The page has some nice photography as well:
(thanks to Thackery Hovelpox)