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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.
Scourge
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Warm water trickled down Roselynn’s leg as the well bucket fell from her trembling hands. The still candle’s humble light pierced through the summer night, becoming all there was to see. Roselynn stumbled back. She sprinted back to the village as fast as she could.
By Sherman B. Mason4 years ago in Horror
All Good Things Come From Gold Mines
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It flickered with a lonely sort of hunger, all through the night, until morning came. No one saw this candle, except perhaps at a great distance, and it could have been taken as light cast by a lone traveler’s lantern or campfire. Needless to say, it was a very strange occurrence, indeed.
By Victoria Moran4 years ago in Horror
Legend Lives On
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." This was three weeks ago. I still don’t feel I have had enough time to process the events that happened that night but I realize I have to move on. I won’t forget that night but I don’t mull over it either. That’s because I was a victim.
By Sid Aaron Hirji4 years ago in Horror
Only Thirty Minutes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The day was already a little different than it normally was. It was early September, but still very warm for autumn. I’d been able to sleep in. I was scheduled for delivery driving at Hideaway Pizza at 7:30pm. Usually, I was scheduled for the whole day: 11am to 9pm. Thursday wasn’t a typical work day for me, but one of the drivers had called in sick. It would be a short shift, but I liked the idea of a few extra dollars in my pocket.
By Elizabeth Stanger 4 years ago in Horror
Imposter
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside, Dantae and Sophia were busy getting the place ready for habitation, as it had grown dusty and fallen into disrepair over the years that it had been empty. They would have to stay in the cabin for at least a week, maybe two, while they waited for the lower floor of their house to be remodelled. The cozy little cabin was owned by Dantae's uncle for years before he died but for some reason he never used it, even though it was in a prime location for hunting and camping.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Horror
Fear Not, Little One
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The window clouded an dusted by webs and debris hardly made the flickering light transparent enough to see. It's almost as if you had to have been intuitively warned and notioned to know it was even on. Tis A night to remember, when a new flame came in November. Sometimes, you just have to trust your gut.
By Eric Fliger4 years ago in Horror
The Light in the Window
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The two brothers dropped their kill on the bare dirt ground in front of the ancient wood cabin. The pine and beech trees shook their leaves in the early spring breeze, reprimanding the intruders. The full moon played tricks with the leaves and shadows.
By Shannon Kemp4 years ago in Horror
Thump.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The infinite tick of the clock had me wishing the period would end. I wasn't even listening, but even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't block out the incessant noises in my head. One, in particular, stood out from the rest, and annoyed me to no end, not for its volume, but for its familiarity. I couldn't quite place my finger on what this low thumping sounded like. Possibly machinery, or furniture moving. The constant thrum of whatever it was never let up. Could no one else hear it? What was it? My curiosity burned, but I dared not investigate what it was. I was a dreamer, not an adventurer. Or, if you prefer, a coward. I much preferred speculation to action. In fact, sometimes, I'd make up outlandish reasons for the sound's existence. Anything from aliens to someone punching a cardboard box was plausible in my mind. I always chuckled at what I could come up with. Occasionally, however, when the thumping stopped, only for a second, I'd wonder if I'd ever have the courage to actually seek out its source. Every single time I would lose my nerve. The images that invaded my mind convinced me that death or injury would be a heavy price to pay to satisfy my curiosity.
By Caroline Ghenadenik4 years ago in Horror
