I froze as my eyes fell upon the girl standing outside my window in the snow. She placed a finger upon the lips of her blood-smeared porcelain mask and then pointed behind me.

(Still not the one I came up with last night. It's probably gone forever. This 2-sentence story has reminded me of a project I wanted to do at one point which consisted of me free-writing a short story for 5 pages or something, then shorten it down to a page, then a paragraph, 2 sentences, one sentence, one word. I would then do the same thing in reverse until I get to 5 pages again just to see how the story would change and evolve. That would be a fun project for this week).