Horror
Mother's Bane
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Emily shifted at the sight, she had always hated the forgotten little shack between the trees and yet the sudden warm glow emanating from it felt like an oddly fitting tribute. The car trundled on down the road and around the bend until the cabin was out of sight and only the lingering unpleasantness of it’s presence remained, like another’s shadow clinging to you. Not harming you but never quite leaving you. Neither of them spoke of the unusual sighting though Emily was sure her Father had seen it too, the uncomfortable silence between them felt somehow more unnatural and his knuckles whitened around the steering wheel. Emily took a moment to get one last look at him while he was distracted by his thoughts, he had dressed smartly for the occasion, there was no denying that and yet his total lack of heartache shone through his clothes as though he were wearing high-vis. Perhaps wearing black to funerals was outdated. An onlooker would think he had stepped from the office for a pleasant stroll and had the misfortune to wander into the midst of a funeral procession, but being the stand up man that he appears had simply been too polite to excuse himself during the ceremony. Or maybe they might think he was one of those strange fellows that gets his kicks from sitting in on a stranger’s funeral, that would at least make him a little more interesting.
By Bethanie Clark4 years ago in Fiction
Please Let Me In.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. They say a deformed hermit named Annie Sage used to live there alone, sick of being ridiculed by society because of her appearance. She would live off the land by purifying water and hunting anything or anyone that dared tread in her territory.
By Jake Nappi4 years ago in Fiction
Endless
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The flame flickered bright, a beacon in the surrounding dark, shadows dance eerily behind. No other movement save the flame and the long shadows could be seen from within.
By Mandi Evans4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin Concerto
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At first, we had assumed some vagrant had taken the place as a shelter. Most of the townsfolk had paid it no mind, and for a while, so did I. I walked past that cabin almost every day for years, and it wasn't unheard of that some troublesome teens would use it as a hangout or that a dark drifter would come by and take up residence for the night. In fact, It wasn't until I heard the music that I paid any attention at all.
By M.R. Altwine4 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. My best friend, Unique, and I were right in front of the window, the candle was beaming right into our eyes. Something about it didn’t feel right, “Ooouu, let’s check out what’s happening in there, Naomi.” Unique cheered, I glared at her with so much discernment. She has already convinced me to be in the streets late at night with barely any street lights on. I’m dressed up in a black sweat shorts, a black cropped hoodie, and black air force ones. Unique is wearing the same thing, but in white; “Look at what we’re wearing. I’m sure whoever is in there is a pervert.” I nag, she stares at me violently; I look around the empty streets. I look into the woods and I see a tree hanging; as if it would break any second. I was that tree, I looked down into the large puddle in between the bricked sidewalk we were walking on and the gated cabin across from us. I see my face drooping in the water’s frame, all I could think was this is how I felt everyday. Deformed, misunderstood; weird. “Come on, Naomi!” She wasn’t going to stop telling me to come with her inside that scary cabin; she was stubborn like that. She always got us into trouble, though we always got out of it. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes and I followed her across the puddle. My feet were soaked, and cold; I followed her to the cabin anyway. When she began to crouch, so did I, when she looked into the window I stayed crouched against the cabin. “Okay, I think it’s clear to go in.” Unique whispered, She goes over to the front door and gently opens it.. Something inside of me wanted to tell Unique “No, stop.” But I knew she wouldn’t have listened to me anyway, so we went inside the creepy, dim cabin. The first thing I noticed was the fireplace, it was in the center of the floor. It had a rocking chair beside it and a brown and red wool rug in front of it. It seemed like someone had just put a fire out. “Unique, someone’s in here.” She rolls her eyes, “Duh.” We both heard a creak coming from the bottom of the cabin, I yanked my whole body back. “We have to get out of here, it doesn’t feel safe.” I trembled, “You don’t feel safe anywhere.” She snaps, I begin to give Unique the death stare. “WELL, YOU FEEL SAFE ANYWHERE! EVEN WHEN IT’S NOT SAFE!” I shouted, frustrated with her I stormed out of the cabin and I left her behind. I was tired of following her around like some type of pet. I began to walk back to the bus through the puddle, I looked down at my fourteen year old face; I asked myself how in the hell did I get here. All of a sudden I hear Unique shout, I pulled my head backwards. She began to hawler again and for some reason I turned around and I ran towards the cabin. Luckily, I always carry a pocket knife. I swing the cabin door open and I don’t see anyone, not a person or best friend in sight. The screaming even stopped, but the candle was still lit against that window. I grabbed it and I took it with me down the hall, I opened each door and each room was empty with either mold or an infestation of rats. “Why in the hell did she want to come here..” I began to hear muffling, as if someone was trying to keep quiet. “UNIQUE, ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME?!” I shaked my head and I began to feel enraged in my heart and soul. “THIS IS NOT SOME KIND OF JOKE! I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!” I moved into what must’ve been the kitchen, empty with a rusted refrigerator, rusted oven, and rusted, brown counters. The floor was disgustingly yellowish, brown; it smelled like pure urine. I looked inside the fridge and there’s tons of containers with some red and sluggishness. It smelled like pure death; I began to hear what sounded like a small “help” . I looked behind the foul smelling fridge and there’s a hole in the wall. I truly didn’t want to go inside, but I had to. Unique was my best friend, I grabbed the candle and I went inside the dark hole. I mean it was completely pitch black I could not see a single person or thing. I just knew it smelled foul, like something had died inside. I went deeper inside the hole, I could hear the muffling clearer; I started to feel around, “Unique?” I took the tape off of her mouth; “Hello? Unique?”
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting Registered Nurse
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Woodruff highlighting a ghostly appearance focused her attention on the National landmark protected reserve. Like it was close to an anniversary she remembered the peaceful resting arrival day when her excited life and spirit presented a caring persona. Only days until being pinned a registered nurse during the University’s annual ceremony she decided to head out into the real world with her boyfriend James B Williams.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
