Horror
The Songbird
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was late dusk, and their boat was heading back to their private dock on the eastern edge of the lake. They had spent the entire day out on the water, indulging fully in the activities of their youth.
By April Chaney4 years ago in Fiction
The World is Not Good Enough For Tigers
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Katia wrapped the blankets tight around her feet. She had tried to start a fire even though she had known the wood was wet. Some pine cones and kindling had burned fast for a few minutes before dying back leaving her with the candle. She still had her winter cost on but she had taken her boots off and left them neatly by the door. Neatness was a habit that had been tattooed into her with small relentless acts of violence.
By Annie Gibson4 years ago in Fiction
A REAL HOWLER
The Cabin in the Woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window, lit only moments ago, by a being of not entirely human constitution. There was something about him that made your skin itch, and the hair on the back of your neck stand up, but it was impossible to say exactly what it was. It was subtle and arose in the deepest part of the subconscious, a message coming from the part of the brain concerned only with survival. The flame bounced and danced, partnered with the gentle breeze flowing through the cabin, illuminating and casting light on the walls, highlighting cobwebs, spiders and a couple of bats that were hanging around in the darkened corners. The man gazed into the flame, the look in his eyes would frighten even death himself. It was a stare of deep and torturous contemplation, and if you were to have locked eyes with him at that moment, it may just have stopped your heart, dead in its tracks. Something in his hand came into view as he shifted positions, resurfacing from the dark recesses of his mind. A pamphlet: The recovery Den, drug rehabilitation centre for young adults, Drum mossy glen; Senior counsellor Mr Flow. It receded into the darkness as quickly as it had come, as he straightened up to his full height, took a deep breathe, then huffed, puffed and blew the candle out.
By NICK WOLANSKI4 years ago in Fiction
The Haven
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The adventurous and the foolish would come across it from time to time. Generations of local teenagers said it would be the perfect place to sneak off to late at night, but none ever did. Some feeling they couldn’t name kept them from returning.
By Rebecca Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
A normal family
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." All the horror, all the glory, the twisted tales of the family that lived in the cabin before was enough to make all the hairs on all four limbs of Shelly, Max, Justin, and Frances stand on end. However, they could not deny the thrill of exploring this abandoned building, the curiosity on their faces split wide open into cavernous voids with glaringly white and pointy stalactites and stalagmites that are commonly known as teeth.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Fiction
My Little Angel
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The wailing woman would look out the windows of her cabin home and stare into the souls of every weary wanderer, and a few of those unfortunate to look back and meet her gaze were never seen again. My father once traveled through those very woods at night where the cabin lies, when he was but a young man.
By Miriam Rivas 4 years ago in Fiction
Their only fans
“What are you waiting for? You’re not scared, are you?” The male and female voices shouted from the speakers of Kori's laptop. See, Kori was an adult content creator. His every day life consisted of him showing his many followers his body. He made a living depicting his body in many different risqué positions, while in various situations. Kori would collaborate with other content creators to make content; it was highly requested by his fans base. He loved the attention, but loved the bag even more. I mean He does have the body of a Mandingo warrior; why not flaunt it? Both women and men would pay big money just to see him splash water on his body!! He made the most revenue by inviting other content creators to join his videos & LIVE BROADCASTS. That’s what his fans like to see: him doing kinky things with other guys or girls.
By Kentavion Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Deepest of Territories
Into the deepest of Territories Campfire ghost story challenge By: Barbara Reno The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. To my dismay I wondered if it were because I lacked the visual of always thinking it was just as I saw it, so many days before the big devastation; or until it became an expectation of my imagination or visual concept knowing that there was no one around these parts of the woods for the past 35 years.
By Barbara Reno4 years ago in Fiction
Uncanny
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. We had walked past the little place with the overgrown lawn and the empty, staring windows dozens of times before. We never saw anyone. No car in the drive, no flickering from a television, nothing. Never saw a single sign of life until that one small yellow flame.
By Robert J Knutson4 years ago in Fiction
