Horror
Thump Drag
"The cabin in the woods had been abandon for years, but one night a candle burned in the window". Never before had there been any people or lights around here. A bit scared, but more curious than anything, the four friends began sneaking closer, ducking behind trees and bushes, that were so thick you could barely walk.
By Audra Madsen 4 years ago in Fiction
Summer love
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I thought it was weird, but my classmates had discussed challenging themselves to stay in the “haunted house” overnight. I wasn’t surprised that they chose tonight considering the full moon. I decided to check on them in the morning and hear the ghost stories I’m sure they would be excited to share. My last summer home was just beginning and losing out on all the summer fun was not on my agenda.
By Sarah Marchelli4 years ago in Fiction
Senior Slaughter
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Molly, as she was walking away from her car, caught a glimpse of the flickering flame just out of the corner of her eye. She stopped, mid-step, on the gravel between the forgotten cabin and her classmate’s raging bonfire, and stared back at the cabin. She waited, though not entirely sure for what. After what seemed like an eternity, Molly exhaled. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath that entire time. She turned her back to the cabin, starting to walk towards the party, but stopped and turned back to the forsaken cabin for just a second. Staring at the structure, she couldn't ignore the feeling that something deadly was lurking just behind its walls. She pushed her worries to the back of her mind as she made her way towards the bonfire.
By Bree Alexander (she/her)4 years ago in Fiction
Hide & Seek
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “That’s bizarre”, Chelsea thought to herself while walking her schnauzer before turning in for the night. The teenage girl knew that the cabin had been abandoned for at least ten years.
By Andrea Cummings4 years ago in Fiction
The Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You don’t go into the woods alone. The woods have secrets, dark and twisted, like the roots of a great oak. The woods are a living, breathing being. Like the wisps of dancing smoke from a fire, fleeting and fragile. The thing is, when there’s enough smoke, it’ll choke you, leaving you gasping for air while the fire catches up. The woods will do nothing less. They’ll trap you and choke you and leave you to rot while your bones stay with the woods forever.
By Meaghan Priest4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That morning, hours before the mysterious illumination, Bret Kritch had only heard of the fabled cabin in stories told around backyard fires. Long after the flankers stopped their skyward procession and the marshmallows had been roasted to golden perfection. After the assembled s’mores clung to small sticky fingers, a face highlighted by a flashlight held below the chin would tell the story of a cabin that was sometimes there.
By Matthew Noel4 years ago in Fiction
The Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I had seen this cabin a thousand times, even been inside of it, for you see, this property belonged to my grandfather, at least it used to. He had died years ago, and I was much younger then, but I still remember, I remember everything. I remember the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, how he would walk with me through the woods where his cabin was, and how he had always told me that I should never walk in those woods alone, I also remember him telling me it was because they were not safe. One might think that this would be something normal that a grandfather would tell their young grandchild, because of animals, or falling, or getting lost, but as I later found out, he was hiding something else. I had asked him in childlike ignorance, "If they are so unsafe, why don't you leave? I had spoken this, not expecting the response that he gave me, "Because I'm not allowed to." It was not only what he said that made me uneasy, but the tremble in his voice, and the look of terror on his face. I asked who wouldn't let him leave? Again, his response and facial expression made me uneasy, "Please don't ask me that again."
By Nathaniel Ensminger4 years ago in Fiction
Camp Site
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The legend was sketchy at best and full of unproven truths. The details were horrific enough to keep young people at home in their beds after dark. Dusk was the town’s witching hour. Most of the township hadn’t seen the streetlights in decades. They tucked themselves into the darkness like a cocoon without question until one night, when a small group of unwitting teenagers from Ridgemont High School gathered at midnight to debunk the most notorious, the most evil story ever told. Four sects were represented. The Gossip. The Jackal. The Storyteller. The Witness. No one could remember the origin of the story or who told it first, but every man, woman and child knew it by heart. The story has never changed, and its mystery has never been solved.
By Melody Gentry Frank4 years ago in Fiction
