Sashaa Johnson
Bio
I have always loved stories. A good plot has always captivated me and I hope to create many of my own someday. My children share my love of stories and they, along with my eloquent husband, inspired me to start writing.
Stories (1)
Filter by community
The Word
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” It was a small cabin, rotting brown, dusty, very old and falling apart. There were holes in the roof, cobwebs everywhere, and evidence of creatures prowling through it. There was even a root poking out of the dirt floor. It smelled of dust, rot, and creatures. It was largely a part of the woods now, turned wild. In fact, inside the cabin there was little evidence that humans had ever even lived there: a broken chair, a table with three legs, and a lit candle was all that remained. There was nothing special about it, except there was a curious something written above the front door, almost completely faded. Suddenly, the front door screeched open, and a man walked out.
By Sashaa Johnson4 years ago in Horror
