Horror
The Forsaken
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Brendan Mikos stumbled toward the light dancing behind ice frosted glass like it was a lighthouse beacon guiding him to safety. The yellow glow beckoned him with silent promises of warmth and comfort. Dry clothes. Food. Life.
By Tambrey Granneman4 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. Terry could barely make out the cabin from her bedroom. She was pretty high up, as she sat on her window ledge from the third floor. She had gazed at it before, but something looked different. It was an abandoned log cabin. That was what she thought. She would always imagine something magical and mysterious about the place. She lived in an old Victorian. The town of Hadley was a historic village in Maine. Some of the buildings dated back as far as the early 1600s. There were families in Hadley that could trace their ancesesters back to the Pilgrims.
By victoria patricolo4 years ago in Fiction
The Dead of Marrow Hill
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a long way off, but I knew the location well enough. I knew no-one went up there. I stared at it for a good ten minutes, trying to convince myself that the glimmering light from deep in the trees was a stray shaft from the moon or some other natural phenomenon. Nothing to worry about. I was determined not to ascribe something supernatural to it. Marrow Hill was built on old battlegrounds. People waged war on each other here for hundreds of years. The town was full of museums and monuments and the woods were teeming with mass graves.
By Jim Horlock4 years ago in Fiction
The Ozark Massacre
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You see, this night, this hot summer night, this mid August night, marked the anniversary of the Ozark massacre. This cabin, deep into the Ozark mountains, was home to Mary. Mary was a secluded nature witch that brought healing and kindness to the town of Batesville, Arkansas. Once a month she would come down from the mountains and bring herbs to improve everything from blood circulation, resistance to malaria, and blood clotting for civil war soldiers all the way to reducing tumors.
By Zeddicus Zane4 years ago in Fiction
The First Cut is the Sweetest
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light was feeble, a ghostly luminescence, barely visible through the low mist drifting aimlessly among the crooked tree trunks.
By Robin Andrew Blair4 years ago in Fiction
The Cliff
There is a trail from a small shrine to a fishing village. There is a cliff on the road. In between, a sheep's intestine path of more than two hundred feet long passes by the edge of the sheer cliff. The cliff is above and the sea is below. Pedestrians have a slight step, will be tens of feet high from the wall tumbled down to the sea, by the sea rocks smashed head, by the mess of seaweed such as female ghost hair tangled arms and legs. Once the body falls into a deep, cold pool, it will be numb, silent death, no one knows.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
Cataracts
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Iris relished in the illusion of warmth the tiny pocket of light afforded, absently extinguishing the match in her rain cold hand as she peered out the nearly opaque pane. She’d been lucky to find this place when she did, she thought ruefully, sluicing water and sweat from her arms, a crack of thunder punctuating the action. She shivered as she slung the hydration pack from her shoulders, setting it on the ground just next to the desk rather than risk the inch of dust on its top. She gazed around the room, noting its musty smell and the darkened corners undisturbed by the meager light.
By K. Villalobos4 years ago in Fiction
The boy on the post
Three months after her disappearance, Cassandena walked back. One morning, a commuter driving into town on a state highway saw a girl, nearly naked, walking along the cobbled shoulder of the road. The girl appeared to be wearing only a loin cloth, black gloves and black shoes. She appeared to have a bib or a large black handkerchief wrapped around her neck, which fell down to cover her breasts. By the time the driver turned the car back around and called the police, the sun was bright enough to make it clear that the girl was actually naked.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
the gittens
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." One night... this night like in the early eave of every other year, this night especially. The candle burned... almost joking at anyone watching... anyone looking for the reason, a reason behind the smell and mewly cries that come across through the low woods this time of night.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
The Metaphor!
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Is it though? Is anything ever really abandoned. If we peek into the dark corners and crevices of this dank smelling ghostly and shadowy dwelling, can we not find a spider, a scorpion, an unseen specter, or maybe the devil himself inhabiting where he knows no one enters unless on a dare".
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
