Horror
Blood of a Traitor
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A restless wind moaned around the small shelter, and the outer darkness pressed hard against the cabin, crowding up to the glow of the candle as if angry it dared to break the darkness with its light.
By Summers Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Void. Life. Winter.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It flickered lonesomely, alighting – in only shifting, shadowy fashion – the interior of the small, rustic room. A resident mouse, his senses alerted, dove scrambling from the tabletop, to the chair bottom, to the floor, flying frenziedly to his home inside the creaking bones of the building. That mouse had spent nearly all of the winter in the cabin, its shelter providing – though maybe not warmth – survival. This new light was unusual. It destroyed his daily routine; it awakened his temporarily dormant flight instinct.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
Blood bank
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Everyone who lived in the village remembered the old man who had lived in the cabin. He was a recluse who only ventured to the village every 2 weeks for basic supplies. The smoke rising from the chimney told everyone how he created heating and probably cooking. The stream running down from the mountain appeared to supply him with his water, the rack of animal carcasses seemed to show where he got his food from.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 years ago in Fiction
Texas coast green eyed ghost
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It might have. But I was not there. This story starts and ends on the Texas coast in a rural area around Caney Creek and Sargent, Texas. Not in the woods. Not in an abandoned cabin.
By Shay Morrow4 years ago in Fiction
Specter of the cabin
The Cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The night was May 20, 1885, that the candle burned in the window on that dark and stormy night. 20 years had passed since the American civil War, and traitors of the southern army were hunted down and killed…some by their own friends and commanders.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
The uninvited Camper
“What was that! did you hear that?” Annabelle said to her husband as she frantically sat up in bed. “It was nothing, go back to bed,” her husband sleepily replied. She looked down and the dogs were still sound asleep, they didn’t hear anything either, “I’m losing my mind,” she thought.
By Veronica Grose4 years ago in Fiction
Cloaked
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was said; that an apparition resided amongst the foliage from time to time, occupying the cabin on its return. The small town some miles away knew to stay clear of the old cabin, but hikers passing through the area never heard of such tales passed down from generation to generation. So it happened, on that particular night, when the moon bathed the surroundings in its pearlescent glow and not an animal whispered through the tall grass, the hikers came across what first appeared to be an abandoned dwelling.
By Jasmine S.4 years ago in Fiction
