Horror
Pravus
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Anna couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had stumbled across the dilapidated shack so many times, although it had always been during the day. These woods were popular with the locals, especially during the summer. Camping families, hunters, fishing tournaments at the lake that cut through the forest a mile or so away…and of course, the infamous ghost stories and other creepy encounters that people have eagerly shared over the years. Stories of strange sounds in the night that included everything from laughing children and the voice of a crying woman, to unearthly animal shrieks and growls. Stories of people going into the forest and never coming out. One thing that every story had in common, though, was the fact that every person recalled the feeling of being watched while in the woods. Of course none of this was actually proven, and the stories were now just spooky tales that people told around the campfire to scare each other. Yet, the stories still had an effect on people. Those who were there for the day made sure to leave before the sun went down, and campers made sure to stay close to their campsites. There were plenty of stories about the cabin, too. Even though the abandoned shack had completely deteriorated, and there was no way an actual person could take up residence in such a derelict shelter, that didn’t stop all of the farfetched stories and theories people had about the place. That somehow, whatever was happening in these woods, stemmed from the cabin itself like it was an evil gateway of some kind.
By Melissa Benson4 years ago in Fiction
Tattooed Hearts: Ep1.2 The Inn
Episode 2: The Inn (Part 2) 1 Now within the inner circle, Tom and Cynthia forged their way through the empty field to where the burning glow of the bonfire beckoned them. Cynthia couldn't help but take fearful glances over her shoulder, expecting the man in black to be behind her at any moment.
By Jeff Newman4 years ago in Fiction
Hypnotised by the Heat
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” G had sent Booteel this a few months ago. Followed by another text that read: “Shall we go? I think the scented candles are optional, but this looks great. A few hours drive from home. We can hike, wild swim and have time away from the wife and work and kids. Game?”
By Thomas BW Barron4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin and the Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Like moths drawn to a flame, men and women found themselves compelled to inspect the unassuming house. At a glance, nothing would be of interest to anyone, and that statement should certainly ring true with the thrill seekers. And yet, they found themselves resisting what was described as a primal urge to enter the old cabin. Despite the odd circumstances, it seemed harmless enough. Until the first night of September, a horrific scene unfolded.
By Jacob Newell4 years ago in Fiction
Come, Shadow Soul!
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was warm, I remember—near the end of summer, approaching thirty-one degrees. I was sweating in my sheets, not yet climatized to the blistering lowlands of Nepal. While I tossed and turned, the other orphans snored, dead to the world. Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t the heat keeping me awake—it could have also been the bed. The others had high-raised bunks with cotton blankets. I slept on a cot on the ground. One of the American volunteers fetched it from the attic the day I arrived, and the straw inside was so coarse, it left red imprints scattered down my shoulder blades.
By Willow Seitz4 years ago in Fiction
The Abandoned Cabin is Never Safe
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. It was the kind of night where the trees looked menacing, where their branches looked like the slender, bony fingers of a witch’s hand in a fairy tale. The tips were claws, coming to scratch and snatch. Wind howled and rain sliced, the muddy forest floor was a trap to hold your ankles fast.
By Millie Schneider4 years ago in Fiction
The Pale Demons
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one knew how long ago the cabin had been built, but it had been abandoned longer than I’ve been alive. Occasionally hikers’ reports would come out about a suspicious glow coming from the direction of the cabin. Hikers even claimed to find the source of the light. It seemed that no one dared to approach the dilapidated and presumably haunted hut.
By Meela Ward4 years ago in Fiction
A Summer Of Stephen King
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That candle burned to reveal 7 names written in the now still wax. 7 strangers whose paths would cross in the cosmic silk of the universe. leading some to their fate and others their destiny…
By Valentine Vampire4 years ago in Fiction
