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Observer #19
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Pushing away from the circular lens, Observer #19 slowly massages his temples. The night shift at the observation deck has always taken a toll on him, and he feels the onset of a migraine. As his fingers move from his temple to the base of his eye, he flinches. The permanent spherical bruise around his right eye always stings as he reaches the end of his shift. It’s one of the disadvantages of being an Observer; the long hours, the boredom and the unavoidable bruise caused by the telescope lens. But tonight is not like all the nights before. He is certain of what he saw, a candle burning in the previously lifeless environment. Observer #19 knows it isn’t possible, it's been at least a decade since the last known movement on Planet EBeta.23.
By E.M Simond4 years ago in Horror
The feast
A single candle burned in the window, flickering light and gay, As the cabin it resided in beckoned menacingly for weary travelers. It promised something, something that was both heavy and light, both lying and truthful. Whoever looked at the candle was entrapped like a moth, drawn to the warm light.
By Jennisea Redfield4 years ago in Horror
His Gentle Symphony
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sven, the caretaker for the Barkson’s estate, had just walked up to the stairs and noticed the glimmer to his left; twilight made it difficult to ascertain until he was upon it.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Horror
The Before-After
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. We were told as kids to never go to the abandoned cabin, but they never told us why. The unspeakable horrors that dwelled in there, how entities would kill you.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Horror
The Shadow
Present Day Liz “The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window…” My grandfather trailed off, his eyes glazing over as his memories overtook him. He was uncommonly lucid today, a welcome change in demeanour for a man slowly losing the battle against Alzheimer’s. It had been four years since his diagnosis and little by little, each visit I had with him became more and more about reminding him of who I was and, worse, who he was.
By Ripley Wrong 4 years ago in Horror
Trapeze
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. William waved the dull flame off the splintered match in his hand, making his way back towards the shaky table. Every time Sophie removed her bottle of beer the uneven legs would fight for balance.
By CJ Francis4 years ago in Horror
Wendigo
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Of course, Melanie didn’t know that it had been abandoned or spare a second thought for how strange it was that a single wax candle burned in the window even though there was no one else around. No one other than herself, and her fiance, Nick. Even if she did know, at that point, she might not have cared. Melanie and Nick had been hiking for hours and it was getting dark. With each passing minute, the sun sunk lower in the gloomy winter sky. Her feet hurt. Her legs and fingers were numb from the cold. She was exhausted and angry at herself for insisting they go on the therapist-recommended retreat that lead to the predicament they found themselves in. Possibly even angrier than she was at Nick for cheating on her in the first place.
By Alethea Cho4 years ago in Horror
The 'Last Supper'
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle, much like the man who lit it, was a lingering piece of history, which had been all but swallowed by the flow of time. Few still living remembered how to use manual implements anymore; and certainly not one as antique as a candle.
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Horror
