Horror
The Gateway. Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Hayley slows her old pick-up truck, the front end taking a deep dip into one of the many muddy ruts along this, not so often used, dirt road.
By Heather Zieffle 4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin Of Darkness
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." An elder widowed lady named Olga with scars and stitches all over her face holding up a gas lantern and pitchfork had emerged from the front doors, just to witness her younger son Malgor; a night hunter, mauled down by the mercy of a pack of hungry black wolves feasting creek-side near her home. Pacing slightly upslope towards the rocky creek, bound to scare off the predators, her elder son’s torn head suddenly comes rolling downward towards her feet from the dark forest horizon. Picking it up screeching in fear helplessly as Olga raises his head skyward to confirm it's her own son, she suddenly hears a series of loud howls echo in the distance and finally decides to turn back towards her cabin for safety.
By Louay Shakuri (founder of the fantasy GK Universe)4 years ago in Fiction
Georgie, The Matricide Man
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The grounds were forgotten and unattended and almost unheard of by anybody except the ghosts of the old lake town. And they were too innocent to haunt anything. Occasionally, there were drunks from the north and outsiders that came here to bleed. But nobody was here tonight. There was only me and my gym bag and that odd glow in the rotten cabin. This whole edge of the native river was to be finally destroyed after the tech companies infiltrated the commerce. And I wanted to visit before it was swallowed. Like many failures, I had travelled. And across the uncertain and odd America of the twenty-twenties, I went back home. Or, to one of the areas where there was an idea of what home used to be. A memory where that demolished boy was still looking for me timelessly as he tugged from the shadow in my subconscious that I was embarrassed to look at. I hid from it everywhere like a disobedient shepherd. But I found a respite in this woody corner where once upon a year I was ripped from myself.
By John Strong4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin in the Woods
The Cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its flickering light signaling to Becca that the promise she'd made forty years earlier was to be kept tonight. She'd come all this way praying when she arrived she'd find nothing. She'd convinced herself over the years, that it had all been a bad dream, something she'd made up in her head. Seeing the ramshackle cabin, with its tattered curtains, and boards so sparse the wind could not be kept out, she knew it hadn't been a nightmare, but tonight would be.
By Carrie D. Lake4 years ago in Fiction
Wechuge Reborn
The Crash The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And let me tell you, it would have been better for many if Alexander and Mara had never seen that beacon of false hope back in the early fall of 1967.
By Dean Andrews4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch's Womb
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Etta Jo liked to come here to perform her work. It was quiet in the woods, and while there were surely other root workers in the Bayou who knew about the perfect conjuring spot, it was always empty when Etta Jo came. Like it was waiting just for her, this was her safe place.
By Danielle w4 years ago in Fiction
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By Jesus Nieves4 years ago in Fiction
