Horror

The Horror Prompt Card
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” I stepped back from the campfire, falling deeper into the shadows and waving my hands for dramatic flair. Plus, I was already hot, no thanks to the Oklahoma heat wave.
By Dennis Spielman4 years ago in Fiction
Enlist
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window," Arvis said. "I must have gone by that cabin a number of times. I hiked there all the time as a kid. The old property never really stuck out that much from the scenery. It had faded exterior, the front door barely hung onto its hinges, and the cobwebs... there were enough of them to fill a pillowcase. But when I saw that candle, I couldn't help but accept the invitation. Desire overwhelmed my thoughts. The wind chimes ringing off the porch were like a siren song. I had to go inside that old oak cabin."
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
Have You Seen My Father?
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the windows.” The dim light of the campfire illuminated around the teens faces as they sat there and stared at each other, mocking grins on their faces. They knew they were in for another generic ghost story. The wind suddenly whistled through the trees, causing the fire to crackle for a moment as the seconds passed.
By A.M Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
The Kenmore Girls
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. The flame, a small wispy thing, licked hungrily at the dusty pane of glass, casting a dark shadow of blackened soot. In the shadows and obscured from view there is a girl.
By LilyRose4 years ago in Fiction
Thompson cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A police cruiser crushed through the gravel up the path toward the building. Its headlights shined on the broken-down hovel before being shut-off by the driver.
By Washington Thompson III4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen in Time
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. As the light suddenly appeared, a flurry of snow rose from the ground, swirling angrily. Eerie music filled the air in the same second. Trees, bare with the winter scene, began to sway and move.
By Laura4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Sham Ian
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This was different from the night before, and the night before, and the night before, and on and on, because Ian Burnside had never seen a candle burning in the window of the abandoned cabin. Ian walked by this cabin every night on his way home from mining coal in one of the last working coal mines in West Virginia. Coal mining was all the Burnsides had ever known how to do. Well, that, and playing the banjo. Ian’s dad, Clyde, was a coal miner and a banjo player, but he was markedly better at the music. Ian, though not a bad banjo player and singer, was no Clyde. Despite that, you can be certain that Ian always had his banjo on his back—he took it every day to the coal mine to play songs during his dinner break. Here comes Ian with his banjo to murder us with music! the other miners would say every night as if they didn’t say it every night. He’s no Clyde Burnside! they’d say. He’s a sham! Sham Ian! Sham Ian is here to murder us with music! And they would laugh and laugh. Ian ignored them. He didn’t know anything but how to mine coal and play the banjo, and one of those things kept him sane.
By Matthew L Cohen4 years ago in Fiction
The Myling
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Henrik usually didn't go close to the place when he went on these hunting trips. As an urban explorer, he feared no building. No broken down, dilapidated church. No creaky house with rotten floorboards. Henrik's subscribers had begged him to go to this cabin ever since he'd first found it. But something had always made him hesitate.
By Mordie Locke4 years ago in Fiction
The African Gray's Ghost. Top Story - June 2022.
The African Gray’s Ghost BY LJ SHEA The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.
By Lauren Jane4 years ago in Fiction
Travis Walker
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one saw it that night. A full year passed by before it happened again. It still went unnoticed. In fact it continued to go unnoticed for 22 years. When it was finally noticed it no longer looked abandoned.
By Colt Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Death of a Civil Servant
One fine evening, a moody plebeian Ivan Dmitry Chervyakov, sitting in the second row of seats at the theater, was watching the light opera "The Bells of Korneville" with his binoculars. He watched the performance and felt immensely happy. But suddenly ...... novels often appear this "but suddenly". The writers were right: life is indeed full of unexpected events. But suddenly, his face scrunched up, his eyes rolled upward, his breathing stopped ...... he put down his binoculars, lowered his head, and he ...... sneezed! He sneezed, you see. No matter when or where, who sneezes cannot be prohibited. The crop duster sneezes, the sheriff sneezes, and sometimes even the dignitaries are inevitable. Everyone sneezes. Chervyakov did not panic, took out a small handkerchief to wipe his face, and, like a polite man, looked around: did his sneeze splash anyone? But then he couldn't help but panic. He saw that a little old man sitting in the first row of seats in front of him was wiping his bald head and neck with his glove and muttering something under his breath. Chervyakov recognized the man as General Brizarov, the third-ranking civilian officer, who served in the transportation department.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction
The morning of a sniper
At eight o'clock, the sniper was in the kitchen drinking tea when a dense, wet snow began to fall from that point on. The flying flakes soon filled the gray space outside the window and stained the cornice. Sniper finished his tea, rinsed his cup, opened the air window, and looked out toward the street for a moment. Roofs and trees had turned white, but the wet tarmac stubbornly emerged from the snow.
By DanilBos4 years ago in Fiction