Horror
Distorted Madness
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. My breath caught in my throat, choking, erupting in a coughing fit. I gasped and leaned on my knees, studying the ghostly, pale flame that hovered behind the spider-cracked glass.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
Souls For Satan
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Had Doug and Lana lived in the area, they would have known this to be an odd occurrence, but they were merely passing through the woods on a hike. There was a campground not far away where the two of them were staying, and exploring the woods had seemed like an interesting way to spend their day. That is, until the clear blue sky had turned cloudy and dark in the blink of an eye. What had previously been a picturesque forest, now appeared as an uninviting and spooky collection of withering trees. With the weather rapidly deteriorating, and rain drops beginning to fall, the candle burning in the window of the cabin was a beacon of safety and shelter.
By Kevin McMechan4 years ago in Fiction
Harvest Grove
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The O’Conners reported it first. They had been camping down by Lake Hudson when the flame ignited through the trees. Little Siggy saw it as soon as it lit, transfixed and pointing through the dense forest to the tiny little beacon. His parents, Fran and Martin, thought it was just a firefly or maybe even some swamp gas ignited, but when it didn’t extinguish, when Little Siggy sat there staring straight into it for hours until they had to haul him into the tent and zip it tight, they grew worried. Fran called the cops as Martin started the engine and hauled the family back into town.
By Andrew Forrest Baker4 years ago in Fiction
All Aboard the Ghost Train
Why does time go so slowly when you want it to go fast and fast when you want it to go slowly? Today we wanted it to go fast so that we can get out on our trip. I couldn’t believe it when I found out we were booked to go. The tickets were bought ages ago and I have kept them safe in my basket. Gadget has checked them so many times today to make sure they aren’t lost. Now they are safely packed in Angel’s handbag and we are nearly ready to go. But we still have to wait. My basket is waiting on the table and very soon we will get in there so that we are easy to carry. We wouldn’t want to get lost as we have to drive into town and get on the steam train. That may not be so easy as Angel and her friends have to, or shall I say are doing because they want to, go in costume. Long dresses, umbrellas and carrying us as well could prove a problem and we certainly don’t want to get wet.
By Angela Timms4 years ago in Fiction
Around the camp fire.
The cabin in the woods was abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sinister, was the way it flickered, like streams of death held its finger on it. Misha stared at it, from a distance. The eerie smell of the vomit-coloured sky wavered, like the peaceful blue sky was trying to punch through. But it was forlorn, the hazy smog chocked the life out of the forest. Leaving the trees bare, twisting with their spindling limbs. Misha lived with her father, and mother-of-step. Their small cottage sat in the dense woods of haze, the odd yellow house seemed like a swab for the dead forest. But miles away, was the old cabin, that held the flickering light of the candle.
By Deasun T. Smyth4 years ago in Fiction
Possession of the Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A young woman named Ariel Smith was hiking the trail, Creek Peek Falls. She carried a small bag with a bottle of water, her journal, and a black sweater. Ariel was taking pictures of nature and the creek with her phone, and later, she would write in her journal about her travel when she'd return to camp. Speaking of which, Ariel reminded of herself. The night was getting darker, but she wanted to take one last photo of the full moon. The moon beamed brightly, making the tree branches part of the silhouette. Ariel began to position her phone on the moon when suddenly, a cabin with a lit candle caught her eye from a distance.
By Isabel Schumacher 4 years ago in Fiction
Manipukou
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The villagers knew that the time of the summoning had come. A posse of some of the leading members of the village were sent to the ramshackle structure early in the morning. The mayor, a short, stout woman strode up to the window.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Fiction
Slap
VOCAL: Campfire Ghost Story The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Finn Ryder had owned his own cabin now for twelve years, since 1971, and it sat directly across the small lake from the abandoned cabin. On more than one occasion, he has considered buying it, but as the years past and the old cabin deteriorated, he knew that trying to restore it would just be too much, not in just money but also in time.
By Lynn Henschel4 years ago in Fiction
The girl from the snow
The Girl from The Snow By Sallie Castile It was quiet on the moor, secretively quiet, as though the thick layer of snow was hugging every sound down into the earth. Birds were hovering over the leafless, skeleton branches of the trees, but no birds sang.
By Sallie Castile4 years ago in Fiction
