Horror
Curse of Camp Wyandotte
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. As Liza James wandered through the woods looking for inspiration for her next novel, She looked up at the candle. Despite the cliche, she wondered at the old cabin.
By Sarah Wilkes4 years ago in Fiction
Cabin on Cherry Street
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Ethan noticed the flickering orange light out of the corner of his eye on his way to Cheyenne's house late one Friday night. The lonely cabin was quite a ways North of Cherry Lane where Ethan's long legs strode easily across the pavement. Cherry Street was a long, winding, gravel road that only had one house at the very end, the cabin.
By Anna Michaletz4 years ago in Fiction
La Lechuza
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A silhouette inside stretched out its wings, the span larger than two grown men. "This will do," it cooed. "The perfect spot for my next roost." Its yellow eyes sparkled as it took in the delightfully dilapidated abode. It grinned. Then, with its talons, it began to gash lines and curves onto the hardwood floor. An incantation floated through the air and filled the cabin like smoke, smelling of sulfur and decay. The floorboards wailed and the walls shuddered.
By Athena Reyes4 years ago in Fiction
The cabin in the woods
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window as a teenage girl named Jane got closer and closer to the cabin. When Jane got to the door of the cabin she knocked, and there was no answer so she opened the door and went inside. Jane knew about the cabin in the woods and never thought she would go and see it for herself but there’s a first time for everything she thought as she got closer to where the candle was burning in the window. As she got closer to the candle it began to get colder with every step she took. When she was about three feet away from the candle it blew out. She was a little freaked out. “Maybe it was just the wind” she thought. But little did she know she couldn’t have been more wrong. When she was outside she saw a second story so she went to go find the staircase to the second story. After a few minutes of searching she finally found the staircase. She started feeling more and more sick to her stomach as she went further up the stairs. When she reached the top of the staircase she went to the first door she saw. When she opened the door she saw that it looked like it was a nursery. She walked to the middle of the room and the crib inside the room started rocking back and fourth. She tried to remain calm and think of a rational reason for why it was rocking all by itself, but she couldn’t. She went over to a shelf trying to ignore the rocking sound but what she saw were thousands of little plush dolls which looked as though they had an R on the right side of each of their feet. She backed up accidentally stepping on one and jumped when it said “mama” she decided to leave the nursery and go to a different room. She got to the door but before she opened the door she noticed red paint on the wall and it said “turn back while you still can.” She thought it was probably graffiti and whoever did it was trying to scare her, so she continued. She opened the next door and saw more red paint but this time it said “I was walking alone in the woods and I found this cabin. It looked abandoned so I went inside because it looked cool. When I got back home everybody looked surprised and told me that I have been gone for three years and my parents left because they didn’t know what to do since everybody thought I was dead. When you see this leave immediately because what feels like 2 minutes is actually 2 hours, and what feels like 2 hours is actually is 2 years. Sincerely, Rachel.” Jane didn’t know what to say so she continued to explore the room. She got to the bed and saw a key under the pillow and before leaving the room with the key she took one last glance at the message on the wall and left the room. She knew the key has to lead somewhere so she took the key and tried looking for any locked doors. There weren’t any upstairs so she went downstairs and saw a door and decided to try it. It worked. When she opened the door she realized it led to the basement and she was nervous but she decided to go anyway. When she got down she saw two doors one on her left another on her right. She went to the on on her left first and saw more red paint on the walls. There were different messages like “help” “save me” “you can’t be in here” and another that said “R is back.” Jane really wanted to know who R was and then it hit her. “Upstairs all the dolls had R’s on the foot, Rachel wrote the message on the wall in the bedroom, and this one says R is back, R is Rachel and something told her she’s not so good.” Jane decided to leave the room and go to the other room on the right. This room had many different things like doll parts, weapons, and loads of red paint on the walls. But then Jane thought for a moment. She said “What if the red paint isn’t really red paint. What if it was actually a lot worse?” At that moment she heard a loud bang and bolted out of the basement and to the door. But the basement door wouldn’t open. The last thing Jane heard was a very high pitched laugh before everything went black. Anyone else who goes to that cabin will pay the consequences by paying with their life. Now outside staked into the front lawn is a sign that says “Jane was here and still is - 1938” In 2022 a boy named Fred went to the cabin never to be seen again.
By Lorelei Benson4 years ago in Fiction
A Taste of Freedom
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Smoke rose from the formerly deserted chimney and the smell of greasy, fatty meat lingered in its wake. The smell of meat was more intriguing than the cabin’s new resident. Food of any kind was a rarity in the years since the war began, but meat was an absolute luxury. Rowan’s mouth watered with its still lingering impression. His stomach echoed his longing in a low pitiful growl. It was that of a wounded animal hoping for sympathy on a late November night. Even just the smoke rising from the house wrapped Rowan in the warm memories of sitting by the fire with his parents and older brother just a few years ago.
By Selena Shandi4 years ago in Fiction
Creatures of the Night
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A single flame stood sentinel to the gathering clouds that partially concealed the sliver of moon. The wind whispered through the tops of the pine trees giving the impression of spectral voices discussing the flickering glow. Animals stopped to stare and wonder at the new manifestation, and instinctively turned away from their habitual game trails to give the cabin a wide berth. It was as if they sensed the evil that lurked within.
By Teresa Bala Weber4 years ago in Fiction
Marcus
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was one of those nights when the humidity was at its most suffocating, and the nauseating heat further magnified the tense atmosphere inside the cabin. As the night deepened, the shadows offered no solace from the heat and the depravity while three kindred souls awaited their fate.
By Ryan Patrick 4 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Father: part 1
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin had been in the family for generations, tucked deep within the woods behind our house like a dirty little secret. It came with the property when my great-great grandfather bought it over 125 years ago. All my life, the cabin had been off-limits. My parents wouldn’t tell me why. Whenever I asked, all they would say was that it was too dangerous. I never understood until the one time I decided to break that rule.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Fiction
