Horror
The Other Soul
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I stood stunned, frozen in place, staring at the unusual glow. Terror controlled every muscle in my body. What once was the highlight of my summers was now weaving panic through my veins.
By Jamie Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Reason I’m Opposed to Hydrangeas and Olives
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The night air was thick with the scent of hydrangeas. They grow wild, in fact they’ve taken over the entire perimeter and are even popping through the rotted floor boards, soaking up sunlight that filters through the broken windows of the old cabin. I had intended to reach it by day, and to explore it’s rooms, taking photos of what I saw as nature reclaiming the forest from the forces of civilization.
By Rainelle Dominique Lushina4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Searching
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jacob had driven past the place hundreds of times, but not once had he ever seen a light, or any other sign of life, come from within the old shack. If it wasn’t so far off the paved road, he might have gone to check it out, but hiking through the woods in the dark wasn’t something he was in a hurry to do. It really wasn’t his concern, whatever was going on in the cabin, but he didn’t want a bunch of kids to burn the place down either. After all, his own home wasn’t too far away, and fires could spread quickly. Maybe he’d check it out in the daylight, he told himself, but by the time Jacob arrived at his house, all thoughts of the cabin had disappeared.
By Kevin McMechan4 years ago in Fiction
The Mustang Saloon
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The candle was mine; I was finally visiting the cabin I inherited from my grandmother. The last time I was there, it had not been a time of pleasure. This night I was there with my daughter and Jake, my 22-year-old grandson. We were to decide: keep the place or stage it for an agent’s caravan and put it up for sale.
By Alice Donenfeld-Vernoux4 years ago in Fiction
Venus in traps
'The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A halo of faint brightness that cast its rays behind the sultry glass disrupted the haze. From a distance, indistinct voices were heard. Echoing closer and closer.
By Jessie Wylder4 years ago in Fiction
Twisted
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. There was something off about the way the small flame flickered, like someone was just out of sight, breathing heavily onto it. The hair on Amanda’s arms stood up and her instincts quaked under her goosebumps.
By Marlowe Faust 4 years ago in Fiction
Buttercup
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Sadie had lit it, along with a dozen others, in the hopes it would make the place cozier. It wasn’t working. She suspected the log cabin had always been rough around the edges, but, after years of neglect, it was almost uninhabitable. If it hadn’t had a fairly solid roof, she probably wouldn’t have decided to stay here. But the place was wind and waterproof, so she’d done what she could to make it more pleasant. She’d spent all day dusting, mopping floors and washing down the walls just to make it clean enough to sleep in. It would take a lot more work to make the place comfortable, but at least she’d made a start.
By Allie MacBain4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Stop The Dance
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Behind its flame, she leaned against her forearms, eyes wide open and bright red, having not slept in days. Regardless, she remained fixated on the window. The hills were illuminated by moonlight, scattered with twisting trees. The lights hummed above her head like fruit flies around rotten flesh. Her arms and legs prickled with pins and needles, her neck ached, but she couldn’t turn away. Every time she had, it had caught her. And she couldn’t be caught again.
By Nicole Mousicos4 years ago in Fiction
Be Careful What You Wish For
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window… “So, what do you think?” Sally asked, turning towards Steve, who was engrossed in that morning’s newspaper. “What do I think about what?” He answered distractedly, not looking up from his paper. He was then startled when the cushion sally threw burst through his newspaper and hit him square in the face. “What the fuc..!” he exclaimed.
By Phil Tennant4 years ago in Fiction
