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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.
The Catch
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. More than one night, if Bill Johnson was to be believed. Bill, the town mechanic and the self-appointed “watchdog of this town”, said on more than one occasion that he “seen a light comin’ out of the shack down by Presser’s Crossin’, not any flashlight neither. It was a flame, like a candle or a match or something!” Unfortunately for Bill, no one believed him since he made a habit of calling the local police department whenever a stray cat wandered by or his newspaper didn’t make it all the way to the front porch in the morning. His last report, delivered via a screaming and mostly incoherent call directly to the police chief, was about how a “hooligan up to no good” was trying to break into his house. After sending out a squad car, it was found to be the mailman trying to deliver a package.
By Greg Birdwell4 years ago in Horror
An Evening Walk
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sadie noticed the small flicker of light from her own room. There were only two cabins out here in this neck of the woods. Her father’s that sat at one end of the lake, and on the opposite side, the old and decrepit one she looked at now. She’d asked him once who owned it, but he didn’t know. He said it had been deserted long before they bought theirs. Sadie wasn’t even born.
By Grace Buszko-Clark4 years ago in Horror
The Goddess Pit
~October 6, 1983 Tomorrow is the Endowment ceremony, that sanctified and most holy of ceremonies that continues our legacy. And yet, I cannot help but have twinges, regrets...guilts. Mother says I should not have any guilts. She says it is the will of the Goddess that it be this way. And yet this guilt still sits in my center, cold and heavy, like a smooth river stone pulling me deeper down. Mother says I should rejoice in my coming gifts, and to know that I will pass them on to my children. But again, I cannot help but think, at what cost?
By James Compton4 years ago in Horror
Relics of a Bygone Society
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. For fifty years the aged cabin had not been lit, had not been occupied. Just a relic of a bygone society, or so had been thought by those who knew its secrets. The dilapidated structure saw weeds and vines encroach on its walls and windows after decades of being forgotten. The old path through the thick woods had all but vanished with time, and the creatures of the night had once again come to occupy the property and its surroundings in the absence of the lost souls who once kept them away with their hushed cries and hurried hikes along the passageway.
By Skylar Callahan4 years ago in Horror
Old Windows and Candle Wax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This cabin in the woods was an old cabin. Not old like a 1980’s single-wide trailer dropped off in the forest and hooked up to a septic tank kind of old. I’m talking about the kind of old cabin that the forest has mostly reclaimed. It was one of those old cabins that was built around the fireplace. One of those hand-built, stone-by-stone fireplaces and chimneys that become the heart and soul of the home. The kind of old cabin that the windows aren’t crystal clear factory manufactured glass, but old hand-made silicone windows full of swirls and bubbles. The kind of old windows that looked like artwork when the sun hit them just right. That candle in the window was old too. Not one of those plastic candles with a gold-painted base and an electric fake flickering candlelight that people put on their front window to make their home look like a child’s Christmas story book cover in winter. I am talking about the kind of old candle that has a heavy brass base attached to a round finger hold and a real wax candle melting, dripping, now cascading down onto that brass base. It was one of those old cabins in the woods that few people knew about. You could only find it by following an old game trail. That is how Chuck found it.
By Carmen Elmer4 years ago in Horror
