Horror

Madness In The Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light only let me see a few feet in front of me from where I was lying but I could make out that my father was walking toward me.
By Christopher Hodgson4 years ago in Fiction
Deadbolt
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. "The first sentence is always the hardest," I groan after a frustrating hour and a half of writing. I slam my laptop shut and shove it aside. "You said writing would help me relax, Dr. Steve, but it isn't helping … at all! It's just stressing me out even more, if that's even possible," I exclaim, throwing my hands up as if pleading to the heavens. The vein to the left of center on my forehead pulses now with each beat of my heart. "Go! Take a vacation! Write a book! It'll be relaxing, he said. "Does it look like this is helping me relax, Dr. Steve," I shout to the empty cabin. What good does it do to pay a therapist for advice like this," I ask myself. My heart pounds as I exhale forcefully. "You've got to get a grip. Breathe, just breathe," I coach myself. Inhaling through my nose and slowly out through my mouth like I practiced with Dr. Steve helps ease my anxiety and my mind drifts back to Tuesday afternoon.
By Stewart Brewer4 years ago in Fiction
Toll Road
I sighed as I saw the toll booth looming up in front of us. My wife and I had driven down this road a thousand times in the ten years we've been married. It was actually the place we took our first date, and we love to drive down it on Sundays and feel nostalgic. Despite the number of times we've driven the long and winding route, the toll booth always surprises me.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Collector
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sophie stood in the dark forest and watched the flame dance. She’d never seen so much as a mouse on the property, on the days she walked to school.
By Bryn T.4 years ago in Fiction
Any Old Cabin. 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.” My whole body stops, cereal spoon halfway to my mouth, breath caught in my throat. My eyes, the only part capable of movement, whip to the TV screen.
By Grantt Ennis4 years ago in Fiction
Judgement in Cabin #10
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window". Dante Alighieri's epic poem Divine Comedy, begins with Inferno. Then follows on with Purgatorio and Paradiso.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Lagrange Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At least, I was told that there was such a cabin in the woods. Unfortunately for the storyteller, there was no way to prove it... until all last night.
By Samuel Kauffman4 years ago in Fiction
The Imaginary Friend
Every night at the same time, I would get up to go get something to drink from the kitchen. It started when I was a child with no explanation, but I always got a craving for something without fail. When I went to the kitchen, I always felt like there was someone there with me, like a presence of some sort, but whenever I looked around, there was no one there. I started getting used to the strange presence, but after so many years, I still get that strange feeling. When I’m in the kitchen, regardless if it’s night or day, I can feel a presence that’s neither scary nor comforting. The only time it feels the strongest is when I open the refrigerator. It’s as if the energy in the kitchen is pooling out of the fridge.
By Becca Mahar4 years ago in Fiction
Around the Campfire
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Miguel said with the flashlight beneath his chin. “Near the cabin lived a young woman and her dog. The woman was in her early 20s, she wore bright green boots and a jacket that made her think of grass growing in sunlight. She was a happy go lucky kind of girl with a sunny disposition. Then one fateful night it all changed when she saw a strange flicker in the trees.”
By Nikky Affolder-Walker4 years ago in Fiction
The Candle in the Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Among the treetops, a video drone passed over the woodland. A keen eyed fire watch volunteer noticed the light in the restricted area and turned on the radio.
By Jason Gretencord4 years ago in Fiction
INNOCENT LOVE
Hold it right there! Put your hands up and place them on your head! What is this shit? You heard us Cheyanne, put your hands up and place them on your head. Cheyanne laughed manically. I'm about to be arrested and sent to prison. This is going to be fucking interesting! On what charges? Cheyanne Gardner, you're under arrest for the murder of Richard and Alex! You have the right to remain silent, anything you say maybe held in a court of law. Cheyanne replied, "Fuck all of you!" Do you understand these rights given to you? I did answer your question and gave my response, "Fuck all of you!" You have nothing on me to connect with these murders. I'll be out of prison before you know it! You know I'm right, Lt. Crandon! Lt. Crandon told the officers, "Get her out of here now!" I want everyone to search the perimeter for any evidence to convict her of these crimes. The officers search hours any clues to link her to the murders. After hours of searching, they told Lt. Crandon about the bad news of no clues found. Thats not good at all! She had to do this! We need more time to find any clues. You two take her to the Twin Towers Correctional Facility. I'll call Warden Brown about the situation. Yes sir!
By Clarence Box4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl with the Ribbon
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The glow came from the master bedroom. Its warmth and light contrast with that room’s air of darkness and death. Everyone in town knew, but no one dared speak of it - because no one had spoken of the toymaker and his blushing bride in years. Their fates were ones that no one would wish on their worst enemy, but even to this day… no one really knows what happened in that bedroom.
By Ted Ryan4 years ago in Fiction