Horror
Rachegeist
The cabin had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin had been completely forgotten about for many years as it was nestled deep in the Appalachian mountains. It had been there since the Great Depression, and many people who had even simply walked past it, said it as haunted. The cabin belonged to a man by the name of Jakob Angermann, the son of German immigrants, who were farmers from the Saxony region. Jakob built this cabin in the autumn of 1928, and he had lived alone for a few years before meeting his future wife at a local diner in 1932. Granted, he couldn't afford anything on the menu, but still he came into Macy's Greasy Spoon everyday just to see his beloved Fiona. She had a smile that could light up any of his darkest days, and a face that was more beautiful than the setting sun among the horizon on a summer's day. He would refer to her as his guardian angel, and the love of his life.
By Tori Montani4 years ago in Fiction
THE LITTLE GIRL WHO FELL DOWN THE HOLE
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Three young ghost-hunters set alive the long-deserted room with a flame. Then they lit another candle, and another, until a dozen candles cast their shifting shadows on the walls. A candle’s flame can reveal the presence of a spirit, much as an indicator test reveals the presence of some chemical in a laboratory test tube. This is what these young investigators believed they were doing here tonight; science. And once the candles were lit they unzipped their bag of toys and deliberately placed each valuable high-tech tool of measurement and detection in its proper place on the master bedroom floor.
By Sarah Dean4 years ago in Fiction
Just In Time
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “That can’t be safe,” Jack thought. Since he’d recently received his eagle scout fire safety badge, he figured he should investigate. Jack wondered over to the old, worn-down cabin. The rails shook, and the stairs creaked beneath the weight of his favorite all-terrain boots as he made his way to the front door. The wood was rotting from years of neglect and the moss growing on the roof in patches reminded Jack of the lily pads he and father used to see on the pond they fished at, when life was good, before the incident.
By Amir Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
The Mind's Eyes
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." I read the line I had written. I read it again. I sighed. I was a writer of chilling horror fiction—just maybe not a writer of good chilling horror fiction. I sighed again.
By Kerry Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Cabin on Crying Hill
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Jacob and his team of paranormal investigators, who went by the name MIDWEST S.P.I.R.I.T, headed up to the old cabin that was located on Crying Hill. Crying Hill was an old, sacred Native American heritage site located in Mandan, North Dakota.
By Jamie Glanville4 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost That Exchanges Realms
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The man with a weathered face abruptly uttered as his eyes penetrated the sense of time. Paul looked at the man, puzzled by this frame of reality. Paul suddenly awoke in a cold sweat, drenched. He sat up, his heart thumping at his chest cavity.
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Fiction
Repeating Patterns
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I didn’t want to get closer. I was just checking on the place because Mom asked. She can’t make the drive up to the lake the way she used to. But I was getting on in years myself—heart attack five years ago, knee replacement last year—and that drive wasn’t getting any shorter. I told her to sell the place and be done. It’s not like we had great memories there as a family. I’d rather let happy folks do something better with it. But she’s been committed to the idea of letting the place fall to ruin as a last spite for the husband that she outlived...the man who broke both her eye orbits, her jaw, and one of her ribs over the years. She always forgets that that man was also my father, and that maybe his legacy wasn’t as complicated as hers. After all, she’s the one who decided, over and over again, to keep us there with him.
By Kathryn Carson4 years ago in Fiction
AZAI
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its flame glowed painfully bright in the dark night. Azai looked at it quizzically, unsure what to make of this change in her routine. She stepped closer, observing it. The light shone only a few feet from her but failed to reflect on the wood of the window frame or the grass beyond it. She stepped tentatively on, stealing fearful glances around the deserted dwelling.
By Selena Shandi4 years ago in Fiction
The Story
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A little ways down the hill, there was a clearing in the woods where five teenagers were camping for the weekend – a weekend that would haunt them for the rest of their lives. It was Saturday night, around 9 o’clock, and the weather was perfect. The sky was clear, the stars were shining bright. But not as bright as that candle…oh no, this candle burned with a strange intensity, brighter than any flame the teenagers had ever seen. Eloise was the first to notice it.
By Alex Addyson4 years ago in Fiction
The Way Out
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The steady glow illuminated the leaves and branches that had encroached after years of neglect. Though the candle shown brightly, nothing could be seen through the cold, murky glass when peering in. It was as if the light was swallowed up the second it left the flame. Nonetheless, the radiance that spilled out into the forest beckoned out to anyone that would answer its call. Then, seemingly right on time, she emerged from the decaying brush and ancient trees. Hikers in this area were few these days, and though the cabin stood in a state beyond repair, the flame greeted her almost like a pet would its master, warm and welcoming. After treading through rain and chill, shelter in any form was too inviting to pass up. The sun had retired, and the sounds of the night had come alive. Wearily, she knocked on the door. No answer. Perhaps the owner was out, or, judging by the state of this place, maybe they were long gone. But who lit the candle? Maybe another hiker had passed through and had absent-mindedly left it burning. She tried the door, which gave a crack and groaned as it stubbornly opened. One large room appeared before her as the light flooded across the floor. A small table, a bed, and a worn wooden chair were illuminated not only by the candle, but a crackling fireplace as well. Though fairly primitive, it seemed to be in decent condition. Not even a layer of dust had settled since the last occupants had gone. Confused yet exhausted, she made the decision to attempt to sleep. Hoping to avoid a Goldie Locks situation, she locked the door thinking that anyone returning home would wake her upon entry. At least then, she could explain herself and her late-night visit. The bed was small and the frame rickety, but it offered more comfort than the floor of the forest, and she was quickly dozing before more thoughts could intrude.
By Misty Rombach4 years ago in Fiction
The Demon Prince
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Not just any candle according to the legend. The Cursed Candle of the Demon Prince. The whole town could see this fact from the bottom of the mountain. How could anyone sleep with this spectacle. You could hear the murmur of worried voices like a heavy cloud that swept back and forth in the winters breeze. Demons?
By Tonia Stamper4 years ago in Fiction
