Slaughtered

The cabin sat deep in the woods, hidden from the world. It had been abandoned for years—at least, that’s what they thought. When James and his friends planned a weekend getaway, they didn’t expect the horrors waiting for them.

The group of six—James, Ruth, Idris, Adams, Naomi, and Letty—had been close since college. The trip was supposed to be fun, an escape from city life. But something about the cabin felt… wrong.

The moment they arrived, the air was thick with an eerie silence. The towering trees stood motionless, and there were no sounds of birds or rustling leaves. Letty, the most superstitious among them, shivered.

“I don’t like this place,” she murmured. “Come on, Letty,” Adams laughed. “It’s just a cabin. Nothing’s going to happen.” But as they stepped inside, the air smelled of rot and something metallic. Naomi wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. What’s that smell?”

They searched the cabin, finding old furniture, broken windows, and deep scratches on the wooden floors. In the dim candlelight, James noticed something strange—dark stains on the walls. Not just stains—handprints. Then, Ruth screamed. They rushed to her, finding her standing in a small room, staring at a massive symbol carved into the wall. It looked ancient, filled with jagged lines and unfamiliar markings.

“This place isn’t abandoned,” Idris muttered. “Something happened here.”

That night, they tried to shake off the unease. They lit a fire, played music, and drank, but the feeling never left. Then, at midnight, it started. A whisper. James sat up, heart pounding. He looked around. Everyone was asleep, but the whispering continued. It wasn’t just in his head—it came from the walls. Then—BANG! The front door slammed shut. Letty bolted upright, gasping. “Did you hear that?” Before anyone could answer, the lights flickered and died. Darkness swallowed them whole. Then, a low growl came from the hallway.

Naomi clutched Adams’ arm. “What the hell was that?” Idris grabbed a flashlight and shined it toward the hall. The light revealed deep claw marks running along the wooden panels. “Guys…” Ruth whispered, her voice shaking. “We need to leave.”

But the front door wouldn’t budge. It was locked—from the outside. Then they saw it. A figure stood in the shadows, its head tilted unnaturally. Its eyes were hollow, but its mouth—it stretched impossibly wide. Blood dripped from its jagged teeth. Then, it charged. Screams filled the air. They ran, but it was too fast.

It grabbed Letty first. She shrieked as its claws dug into her flesh, pulling her into the darkness.

James turned to run but slipped on something warm and sticky. Blood. Letty’s blood.

“HELP ME!” she screamed, but the voice was cut off with a sickening snap. Then, silence.

The five remaining friends bolted into a room and barricaded the door. “What the hell was that?” Adams gasped.

“We’re going to die,” Naomi sobbed. James tried to keep calm. “No. We need to find another way out.”

Idris pointed to the window. “We can jump.” Ruth shook her head. “It’s a two-story drop!” “Better than staying here!”

They broke the window, but before they could climb out, the creature burst through the door. It grabbed Naomi, sinking its teeth into her shoulder. She screamed as blood sprayed the walls. Adams tried to pull her away, but the creature ripped her in half. Adams vomited, stumbling backward. James grabbed a wooden plank and swung at the creature. It barely flinched. Instead, it grinned. Then, it spoke.

“More blood. More. More.” It lunged at Adams next, dragging him into the hallway. His screams faded into gurgles.

Only James, Idris, and Ruth remained.

They ran. Down the stairs. Through the kitchen. The back door was open! They sprinted outside, but the forest had changed. The trees twisted unnaturally, the path gone. And then they heard it—the footsteps.

The creature was behind them. Chasing. Laughing.

They ran for what felt like hours. But Idris tripped.

“Idris!” James turned back, but it was too late. The creature pounced, tearing into Idris’ chest.

“GO!” Idris choked.

James and Ruth kept running until the screams stopped.

Then, suddenly, they were back at the cabin. It was a loop. A never-ending nightmare. Ruth collapsed. “We can’t escape.” James shook her. “No. There’s got to be a way.” Then, Ruth gasped. The creature was right behind him.

James turned, barely getting out a scream before everything went black.

The Next Morning A group of hikers found the cabin. The door was open. Inside, the walls were painted with fresh blood.

No bodies. No sign of struggle. Just six names carved into the wall. James. Ruth. Idris. Adams. Naomi. Letty. And beneath them, a message written in dripping red:

“More blood. More. More.”