The Cabin in the Woods

It was supposed to be a weekend getaway for six friends, a chance to escape the stress of the city and enjoy some time in nature. But as they arrived at the cabin in the woods, they knew that something was wrong.

The cabin was old and decrepit, with boarded up windows and a door that creaked ominously in the wind. Inside, there were signs of struggle: overturned furniture, broken dishes, and claw marks on the walls.

Despite their unease, the friends decided to stay the night. But as the sun began to set, strange things started to happen. Doors slammed shut on their own, and shadows seemed to move in the corners of their eyes.

Then, they heard a voice whispering in the darkness, a voice that spoke of death and despair. They tried to leave, but the door was locked from the outside, trapping them inside with whatever horror lurked in the woods.

As the night wore on, they heard the sound of scratching at the windows, as if something was trying to claw its way inside. They huddled together, hearts pounding, as the scratching grew louder and more insistent.

Then, they saw it: a hand, reaching through the broken window, fingers stretched out like talons. They screamed and backed away, but the hand kept coming, until it was inside the cabin and groping blindly for them.

One by one, the friends were snatched away, dragged screaming into the darkness outside. The last one left, a young woman named Emily, huddled in a corner, trying to stay hidden from whatever horror lurked in the shadows.

But she knew it was only a matter of time before it found her. She could hear its breathing, feel its presence, and she knew that her fate was sealed.

And as the dawn broke and the light filtered through the boarded-up windows, the cabin stood silent and empty, a monument to the horror that had taken place within its walls.

No one knew what had happened to the six friends who had entered the cabin in the woods, but some say that their screams still echo through the forest, a warning to all who would dare to enter that cursed place.

Years went by and the cabin remained abandoned, a place that was whispered about in hushed tones, a place that parents warned their children to stay away from.

But one day, a group of teenagers decided to explore the cabin. They had heard the stories and were eager to see if they were true.

As they approached the cabin, they saw that the windows were still boarded up, and the door was still locked. But as they circled the cabin, they noticed a loose board at the back.

Curiosity got the better of them, and they pried the board loose, peering inside. The cabin was empty, with nothing but dust and cobwebs.

But then they saw it: a single, blood-stained handprint on the wall. And as they looked closer, they saw that it was a fresh print, still wet and glistening in the dim light.

They turned to leave, but the door slammed shut behind them, trapping them inside. They heard the sound of scratching at the windows, and they knew that they were not alone.

They screamed and pounded on the door, but it wouldn't budge. And as the scratching grew louder and more insistent, they knew that they were doomed.

The last thing they saw was a pair of glowing eyes, staring at them from the darkness. And then, there was nothing but silence.

The cabin in the woods remained a place of terror, a place where the dead walked and the living never returned. And the handprint on the wall remained, a reminder of the horror that had taken place within its walls.