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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.

Flicker
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Lane hadn't lived in the town for very long, but she had often driven past the area on nights when she needed an escape. She had never so much witnessed any signs of life within those woods, but she also had never seen the cabin. Tonight, instead of passing by, she brought her old Volvo to a halt. It rattled in complaint before abiding and coming to a full stop in a turn off near what used to be a driveway, now overgrown with weeds. The radio crackled out of reception and she shut it off, appreciative of the silence. Fog danced off her headlights. She got out of the car, lighting a cigarette and leaned against the door, closing her eyes and taking a drag. Her head fell back against the hood and she let her body relax. Was this the only place she could find privacy? A semblence of sanity?
By Annie4 years ago in Horror
Judgment
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A couple with scattered belongings tousled through the fresh snow. Sam hadn’t had enough time to put on her shoes before they’d abandoned their impromptu outdoor camping trip to Judgment Mountain.
By A.J4 years ago in Horror
May's Friend
Ignore this stupid thing, this was an old story, but I have no idea how to delete it :/
By Sadie Tan4 years ago in Horror
Luciana
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The man who wandered these moonlit woods in the stifling southern heat was startled when he noticed the hint of flickering light. But just as he observed it, a gust of wind caused thick Spanish moss-draped oak branches to sway overhead. The brittle white moss resembled a dense curtain of spider webs, concealing the light behind a flowing barricade.
By Alexandra B. James4 years ago in Horror
a house aflame
Mabel held her close to her body. The girl's self was ravaged of all its humanity, its purity and grace, all its existence. The tears slowed now, they were steady droplets collecting in the freshly formed pool of blood. The loud ruckus from outside began to seep through the bedroom. A shattering crackle of glass, then the muffled sound of erupting fire became too apparent for Mabel to ignore. She had to leave, and soon. "I love you my baby girl." Her voice was choked, though loud enough for her daughter to hear, even though she knew the girl could not hear, or move or blink. Belladie stared back with macabre emptiness as her mother closed her eyelids shut and finished her goodbye with a gentle kiss on her forehead.
By (The Poet) 4 years ago in Horror
Stolen Friend
In the dark twinkling night, two young girls lie within the heart of a tranquil meadow. They lie there as the wind greets the glistening wheat. The two girls chat about the lovely day they've had. Their names are Brin Kindly and Jenna Finn. Ever since Jenna met Brin in primary school, they've been best friends. Time has passed, and now that they are Middleton freshmen, they have more freedom, including wandering out and studying the stars above Standley Field. But best of all is walking through the Mysterious Woods. That's what they both called it, even though they knew that it was named Spink Woods. Their free imagination induces them to believe in things that don't exist. When Brin's mother died, she spent the majority of her time sitting in the tree weeping therefore they sometimes called it the Weeping Willow
By Blu Smith4 years ago in Horror
Celestial Bodies
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Please do not read this version, I am working on getting it deleted, which is apparently a several step process. Go to the same title/ picture below in the stories listings.
By Nyssa Lyon4 years ago in Horror
Lure
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A flickering orange glow, inviting in contrast to the steely cold light from the hazy moon. I blinked my tired eyes hard, a frown gathering on my forehead. Strange. I didn’t remember seeing the cabin there before. I’d heard of it, of course. Everyone in the town had. As children, we’d all heard the stories of the creepy cabin on the edge of Lumley’s Woods. Just on the outskirts of town. I looked both ways as I crossed the road, more out of habit than anything else. It wasn’t like there would be any cars out here. Especially not at this time of night. A humid breeze carried the scent of damp, dewy grass and the first sighs of summer. Soon this little town would be full of tourists, enjoying time away from their busy city lives. For now though, it was dead out here.
By Xan Indigo4 years ago in Horror
Forever a Stranger and Alone
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At one point, the four who had gathered here each year deep within the woods had been friends.
By Leon Warczak 4 years ago in Horror
A Cosmic Concerto
Alfred was a musician, through and through. In his mind, music was a universal language that surpassed understanding. A way of communication, of expression, of one’s self, without the need for words.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Horror
The Shadow in the House
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It had once served as a storehouse in a time of blight, and it laid untouched until Daddy went searching for gold in the floorboards. Dry leaves and limp grass blanketed the fields below the splintering foundation, but the soil was spongey with fertility. The fruits rotting on the ground fed the earth, and yet, the crops continued to die. Little buds fought for life out of season, only to fade like the last and the last and the last. Wet planks buckled under the weight of viscous white slop. The white leaked out of it sometimes, and the scent burnt May’s nose when it wafted through on stormy nights. An unnatural rustle pounded through the sky, and Momma’s candles trembled on their shelves. A shadow trickled like a fat stream of rain over the ceiling beams.
By Harbor Benassa4 years ago in Horror
The Experiment
PART I: The Experiment The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I had been uncertain for a time that I was in the right place, and once or twice I was almost certain that I was lost. In the darkness of the forest, made worse by a cold and steady rain which fell heavily through the overhanging trees, it was difficult to maintain any sense of direction. But rain was good, and sometimes it was useful in our experiments. Unfortunately for me, however, it had turned the pathway through the woods into a treacherously slick morass, and but for the lantern I held in my outstretched hand, it would only have been a matter of time before I stumbled and injured myself. As if was, my boots squished through the mud, and conscious of an urge to proceed carefully, I clutched my medical case close underneath my coat as I made my way down the path. My partner had given me that medical case, --it had once been his, --and contained within it the whole accoutrement necessary for our practice together. Several scalpels of varying lengths and shapes, a Bunsen burner and a canister of its fuel, several vials of our proprietary medications, a syringe for their intravenous administration, and a metronome.
By Sean Byers4 years ago in Horror