Horror

An Autumn Tale
An Autumn Tale The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window… The crunch from the fallen pine needles seemed to echo through the bare trees as the grizzled old park ranger led them out of the forest. “This is all your fault,” Liam whispered to his older brother. “I should never have let you drag me out here.”
By Nate Rowell4 years ago in Fiction
Darkest Days
The beginning of the end started at the end of 2022. We had just finished Christmas dinner with the family when a news report came on that had my husband and I catching each other’s eye. Someone in China had been attacked on a commuter train and had his face eaten off while his fellow commuters had watched in horror, doing nothing. It was similar to what had happened in Miami only a few years before, but still, it didn’t sit well with us.
By Teresa Federici4 years ago in Fiction
Campfire's Story
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window,” the campfire said in its deepest, purest voice. Red-gold coals at its base swirled like leaves in a gentle whirlwind, flaring with the fire’s every crackle.
By JP Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Closed for Business
The Cabin in the Woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was just bright enough to illuminate the four-paned glass, a decade of dust and filth sticking to the window. It was just bright enough to catch Mr. Canahan’s peripheral, walking his Bichon Frisé, returning from his nightly ritual of frequenting the gas station to buy booze. It was just bright enough to eventually prompt Mrs. Whipple to do something about it, and at 2:07am, flashing blue lights pulsed down the otherwise deserted street.
By Michelle Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Sermon of the Damned
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Clutching at her right side, she rushed headlong toward the light through the branches and bramble that littered the forest floor. Each ragged breath was accentuated by a sharp burst of pain, but she couldn’t afford to stop. He had told her that they wanted to kill her and she believed him.
By Lisa Cetinic4 years ago in Fiction
Time to Say Goodbye
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Amelia new what this meant. She’d been waiting for it a long time.
By Matt Parton4 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Dreams
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window… The boy woke up with a shudder, sweaty and scared. For the last few months, at least once a week, he had been having the exact same dream: a cabin; a light; no one else around. Why was this happening to him again?
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Watch For The White Bird
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The dancing flame was a beacon against the dense fog of the night. Between the flickering of the golden orb in the window, an ominous shadowed figure can be seen pacing back and forth from within the dilapidated building. In the distance, from the myriad of trees engulfing the small cabin, large branches snap and crack, echoing throughout the still air. Each bone-snapping crack becomes louder and louder as the lurking creature inches closer.
By Zoe Deyermond4 years ago in Fiction
No Accident
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Deputy Delvin Fontenot sees it. slamming on the brakes of his patrol car. A cloud of dust envelopes his vehicle, momentarily obscuring his vision.
By Michael Jefferson4 years ago in Fiction
HELL HALL
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Darkness choked him. It choked him every night. There was nowhere left for him to run. Solitude, loneliness, and fear loomed in the air as thick as morning fog. Where could he go to hide? He jumped into bed, clutched the covers up around his neck, wedged the blanket under his feet, and prayed for comfort from the watchers, ghosts, unseen visitors, monsters, and those unwanted and uninvited specters that always come from the other world into the room where he slept. They invaded his will, his mind, and his soul. Eyes filled with piercing vapors and encircling flames stood by his bed one again. Fearing the faintest touch from them, he flinched as if electricity leaped from the wall socket of its own will onto the bed. Unspoken words from childhood prayers stood at the gate but refused to be spoken. Needing a release to fight off the creatures from some niche forgotten by the world, Scott, a man now eighteen years old, took his normal last available escape from the torment covering him. Seeking to retain his sanity, grasping sleep, a form of release, or so he thought, he rode the familiar reserved seat on a fast-moving beam of light that thrust small spiral-shaped shards into uncharted regions where, if one wasn’t vigilant, arms of the aggressor would seize the living light unwilling to relinquish the flame of one’s soul.
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Fiction
the campfire vampire on candlelight night
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Candlelight Night, they’d come to call it, 7 months later.
By em4 years ago in Fiction
No Good Way To Die:
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It wasn’t lit the first time that Jack stumbled past; he was sure. He closed one eye to fix a lousy double vision and staggered about on inebriated legs. Back and forth, side to side in a small circle. His sheer will to stand was about all that kept him from crashing down, fading into the night and dying a slow cold death. Even he, in his current state didn’t want to go like that. The flame burned bright in the backdrop of the woods that swallowed all light. It buried every photon like the black hole nested in the middle of our cosmic neighbourhood. The moon couldn’t completely penetrate the thick foliage although the lonely blue beams tried their hardest. The closest town was a few miles back, its vibrancy stood no chance out that far, nature had created an unwelcome void in the middle of the beautiful heartlands. Jack had walked a long way to look for something, anything, and surmised that he’d know exactly what when he saw such a thing. He took a shot from his whiskey that he held between his thumb and first finger which had ceased in place on the bottles neck. All he had to do was raise it to his lips, tilt his head back and enjoy the slow burn. He figured if the cold didn’t kill him maybe the burn would, the ninety proof might trigger something as it descended his torso, a final frontier for all. Except for the one window, the cabin was shadowy and decaying under a thick veil of moss. Ivy had encased the porch and its limbs undoubtedly held up the structure’s integrity. What ripped through the cabin also kept it up, Jack observed and took another shot. The December ground reeked of everything that had died on it and now lay rotting, he hadn’t known decaying leaves to give off such a repulsive smell, the stench doubled when he dragged his heels through the wet mud. He had to fight for his feet, his legs ached from peeling his boots from the thick sludge. He hadn’t quite realised he was approaching the cabin until he was well underway. His subconscious mind followed the sweet scent of something he once knew. So, He approached. Drawn like a moth to a flame.
By Kurtis Pryde4 years ago in Fiction