Horror

Don't Go Into The Woods Today,
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Now, I know, a candle in the window, why is that even worth mentioning? There could be a completely benign reason for it: kids mucking around doing the carefree things kids do, or maybe a couple sneaking away from everyone for some quiet time alone.
By Lilly Cooper4 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Light
Deep in the Mojave Desert, there is an abandoned town. In that town, you will find the normality of an old town: a bar, homes, a few shops, and even a brothel. Each used some type of oil lamp or candle for light.
By R.M.H.4 years ago in Fiction
The Warmth Of The Sun
The divine smell of the summer breeze is quite tempting to one such as myself. The wind brushes in new life and a break from the smoldering heat. Small sun-splotched kisses caressing my face in summer's hello. The flowers are fresh and ripe from spring’s bosom. The oceans come in with greetings and goodbyes in every language. That's what makes summer so bittersweet. We embrace summer with open arms and hold on tightly to summer's sweet air. However, we despise it when summer is over. Leaving some more broken than when it first started. Summers bestows many gifts in its brief time that feels like an endless eternity. Some favor the summer vacations to the islands where the water is aquamarine and the air smells of mangos and coconut kisses suntanning lotion. Others’ favorite summer activities may be the possibilities of summer adventures. The mystery and wonder and question, what is going to happen next?
By Valentine Vampire4 years ago in Fiction
Bugsby Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a small, easily unnoticed light in the shadows of a past long-forgotten. Usually, that lone candle hidden behind dusty, cracked glass remained unlit as the memories behind it were of true horror.
By Logan Totherow4 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Audience
The room was dark, the smoke clouds wafting up to obscure the overheads that made the man's shiny face all the more noticeable. He was sweating heavily, stammering out the last few minutes of his set, as he told the crowd about an incident with his mother when he was twelve. The audience, stoners and hipsters who had been drinking since noon, watched him like a bug under a microscope. They wanted to be interested in what they saw, but really they were just hoping he would burn up under the harsh overhead lights.
By Joshua Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Jar
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. In the window stood an old man, hunched over and confused, wondering where he was and where his wife had gone.
By Kay4 years ago in Fiction
Babes in the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Celie had been coming back for years, in the dark of the moon. Never when the full moon made it as easy to find her way through the masses of fir and pine as in daylight. Never when the waning moon cast shadows clawing through the underbrush. Never when the waxing moon sparkled off the dew gathered upon drifts of fallen leaves.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Camp Locke
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This wasn't the first time a candle could be seen, nor was it the first time chains could be heard dragging somberly across the wooden floor. There is a legend here in Camp Locke, but for most people, it is just a wild ghost story. A tale told by camp counselors to scare little kids into not sneaking out of their cabins at night. For them, the only reason that cabin 4A isn't used anymore is because of an old black mold issue caused by a storm that blew through and ruined the cabin to the point it wasn't fixable. For those who know the truth, it's the curse that rides on the back of the legend spoken at the beginning of summer.
By Lauren J. Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
Out of Darkness
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. When I was younger, we lived in a house that looked out on pasture land. Cows, goats, and horses grazed on the pasture near a lake. It was ideal for raising a young family. My sister and I used to bounce on our trampoline, run through garden sprinklers in August heat, and dodge the occasional copperhead or water moccasin snake.
By Alex Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
1974
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned, for years but, one night a candle burned in the window. I sit outside on a make-shift seat, looking at the house. It made me afraid. Dad and my uncles built a fire. Mother went inside and fumbled to find stuff by candlelight. The seat was two logs that had fallen. I sat with dad and cousins, watching the fire burn. I love watching the fire and listening to the stories. Their stories are enchanting and horrifying. I swish my feet back and forth and think there might be snakes and jerk my feet up. The leaves on the ground, the weeds, and the vines enhances the sense, "We shouldn't be here." I don't remember ever being comfortable around this house.
By Jeff Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Pretending
“Wait, so we’re supposed to be scared by the fact that they got away and now this quote-unquote ‘escaped mental patient’ is unarmed because his hook is still on their door?”
By Mark Thayer4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one knew why it suddenly appeared like that. Perhaps it was a reflection. Perhaps it was a prank played by some local teenagers. Maybe someone had finally taken up residence there.
By DV Wood4 years ago in Fiction