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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.
Ranger's Insights
Among the lush greenery, a small village is located here, with the mountains and the water, just like that desirable paradise. During the day, villagers go up to the mountains to collect firewood, go to the river to fetch water, go to the fields to serve the rice, and occasionally enjoy the pleasure of taking a break from their busy lives. The passing breeze can only carry the sound of children playing and laughing into the distance.
By megangochoa4 years ago in Horror
Poor Dead Solomon
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A passerby might have heard a faint but familiar tune wafting from an open window, Patsy Cline falling to pieces. They might have smelled strong coffee in the cool night; they might have even seen the shadow of Beverly Berry dancing all by herself in the shadow of that candle, one hand draped mid-air, the other resting softly on her swaying hip.
By Marsha Singh4 years ago in Horror
Promises To Keep
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The teenagers stumbling through the woods didn’t notice it at first. Laughing and egging each other on, they scrambled over fallen trees and grasping roots, pushing one another, grabbing someone’s hand and helping them climb onwards, generally having the time of their lives.
By Vicki Glover4 years ago in Horror
Stalked by a flame
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It all started two nights ago when I noticed the flame ignited in that abandoned cabin. I was getting ready for bed when the screech of a crow startled me. It forced me to look outside my bedroom window. As I glanced around slowly, the scenery was all the same as usual. The dim September moon shone over the forest foliage as the fog crept slowly along its floor. It wasn't anything special, but something unusual entered this common picture. A little glow was coming from Moore's cabin. A flame that illuminated softly and without movement as I watched. I thought to myself, "who lit that candle? No one should be living there. It's been vacant for years." The thought pondered through my mind as I stared at the flame. I noticed something else occupying the window. I reached for the binoculars that I kept on my dresser next to my window. Without breaking eye contact, I quickly looked through them and saw a large handprint on the glass. I flinched from shock, and the binoculars slipped from my hands, landing hard on the floor with a thud. I quickly swiped them from the floor and continued looking through my window. To my surprise, the handprint vanished without a trace as words replaced its place. The haunting words "It wont to let us go" was written crudely across the glass. I walked away from the window in a panic. My body trembled as fear began to surround me. My flight or fight response was working overdrive as it wavered between the two options. One second I would think to just answer back because someone could need my help. While on the other hand, I thought that if that cabin was dilapidated. Who or what would be writing notes in the window? The thoughts raced in my subconscious until the hair on my neck began to prickle.
By Deion Townes4 years ago in Horror
Little Timothy
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Timothy nervously stands facing his large bedroom window. Pushing himself onto the tips of his toes, he grips the side of the frame while clutching the soft edge of his nighttime blanket. The peculiar light had attracted his attention when he woke from his slumber. At first, he had only noticed the warm and damp sensation in his bed. “Oh no” he thought, “Not another accident! Mommy won’t be happy”. Timothy had recently turned 7, and his mother had made it expressively clear to him as he blew out the 7 small candles on top of his chocolate birthday cake that he was now a big boy and couldn’t continue wetting his bed like a baby. Taking this conversation gravely, from that point on, every evening, Timothy made sure to use the bathroom right before bed, and whenever he woke up in the night. It had been months since he had wet the bed, so when he felt the familiar warm puddle, he was disappointed in himself.
By E.M Simond4 years ago in Horror
My Enchanted Cabin
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years but one night a candle burned in the window. In the tall weeded area in the North of Parallel Forest, antlers rose in front of the window and framed the candle like a portrait. Then came her face. She was beautiful, with rosy pink cheeks and blue beaded earrings hanging from the antler tips. And she runs off.
By Aubrie babb4 years ago in Horror
Shallow Grave
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Ethan eyed the window suspiciously. He has passed by the cabin many times while hiking in these woods. It was one of the landmarks he used to keep tabs on where he was. This cabin was in the middle of nowhere. Half of it had collapsed in on itself, the roof dipping down into what used to be the kitchen. It had ten square windows with rounded tops, all of which had broken panes of glass that had turned brown from grime. The wood of the cabin has taken on an earthy look, with moss, mold and vines growing over the logs and trim. Even a small tree was growing up out of the floorboards in the back of the house, taking the place of the staircase that used to lead to an upper level that did not exist any longer.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
The Candles
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The man walking past the cabin tried to calm his breathing, but it was like something was caught in his throat, eating at his brain. His mind was racing as fast as he was, and the forest path passed in a blur. In nervous huffs, he made his way out of the confining forest and onto paved cement where he trotted apprehensively to the cabin porch of the local sheriff. He shook his hands out, but that didn’t placate the tremors as he gripped his fingers into a fist and knocked on the door. It was the dead of night, so the man had to knock again, and then once more before the knob turned.
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Horror
