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Stay Away From The Cabin In The Woods!!

A Campfire Tale of Two Friends

By Drystan DarnellPublished 4 years ago 3 min read
Stay Away From The Cabin In The Woods!!
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window."

Was it a wanderer passing through the woods finding shelter for the night? Unsure, the two friends, who always explored these woods together pondered their next move. The cabin was a small one room structure with 2 windows in the front, a chimney on the side, and a door with a window in the front. They decided to go explore the cabin. The sounds of the forest seemed to get amplified as they approached the dark cabin. The crescent moon didn’t provide much light and the two stayed clear of the light illuminating from the window.

They circled around from the front of the cabin to the back where the stoop and the door were. The single window in the front was slightly illuminated by the candle light.

Tip toeing to the window, the wood boards creaked under their feet. You could almost hear their hearts pounding in their chests. They crouched below the window and exchanged horrifying looks. They turned to the window and raised their heads to peer in.

Just as their eyes reached the pane and looked in, the candle went out. They ducked back down below the window as the door to their right burst open and slammed against the wall.

Cold air rushed out along with a moan like no other. Then silence. The door remained open.

They exchanged looks again as the one closest to the door rushed in. The other followed close on his heals.

The room was cold and the air was heavy. No light, now dark, they grabbed each other’s hand and headed to the center of the room. A light outside illuminated the room. The room was empty except for the candle by the front window. It remained out but smoke still trailed off of it. Peering outside the lighted mist zoomed back and forth, and around the cabin. The wind picked up and encircled the cabin. Shrieks, moans, and cries filled the room. The window shattered and a moan, like no other returned. The room again was filled with cold air, the candle relit, and the front door slammed shut.

They ran for the door, but it was sealed. The moans increased in loudness and intensity.

A tornado like wind consumed the cabin, their hair blowing in every direction. The candle relit during the turmoil and remained lit throughout it all. They scrambled to find a way out. As they headed to the broken window to jump out, everything came to a halt. The candle went out. The door opened up. The forest noise was loud again. Eyes wide open scared, in the moment, they raced to the open door. Just as they reached the threshold, it slammed shut. Not stopping their progress, they slammed into the door. Knocked back on their butts, the candle relit again.

“What do you want from us?”, one screamed. The candle flickered and the flame grew in size and intensity. As the room was lit with the new brightness of the candle, an Ouija board appeared on the floor by the candle.

Exchanging glances, they looked around. The broken window was now intact and the door sealed. No way to escape, they sat in front of the Ouija board to see what it wanted. They asked the question; not sure they were ready for the answer.

Familiar with the game, as they have played before, they put their fingers lightly on the message indicator. No question asked, but it started to spin in circles. The candle was still flickering with intensity.

The message indicator on the Ouija began to spell.

M…Y…L…I…F…E

Then it stopped moving and the candle went out. Crickets and owl noises filled the air once again.

They took their hands off of the message indicator and looked at each other.

The candle relit and the message indicator started moving without them touching it.

Slowly in circles at first, then faster.

It began spelling again...

S…T…A…Y

A…W…A…Y

F…R…O…M

T…H…E

C…A…B…I…N

The two friends were never seen from again.

The candle light comes and goes, but everyone knows, stay away from the cabin.

Drystan Darnell

6.26.22

Horror

About the Creator

Drystan Darnell

Writing is the way I get it all out. I love the lyrics of Anna Nalick's song Breathe (2 AM).

"Two AM, and I'm still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer Inside of me, threating the life it belongs to.."

DD

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