supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Traveler
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. An outsider would think nothing of it, but the damned souls of such a desolate town knew better. They knew what it meant; she was coming and there was not much time. There are no records of where the creature came from or what evil spat her into existence. No one has ever been brave enough to search for the answers. They only seemed to know whatever she wanted them to know. She has been condemning everything and everyone within her reach for ages. Certainly before any humans had ever wandered into the cryptic forests of Lyden. The darkness she emoted was more deeply rooted than the trees that coveted these people from the rest of the world. The land and every living thing in it, belonged to her. It was her playground; her menagerie.
By Taimane Mitchell4 years ago in Horror
Tribulation
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Despite its empty state, the cabin was not a decrepit molding thing but was rather large and lovely. It once sat deep in the wood far from the nearest town, but over time, civilization moved closer, and a well-used road sprouted up, with one gentle curve passing just 40 feet from the front stoop. For decades cars sped by, oblivious to its existence amongst the dense trees, until one night in late winter, during an unexpected and hellish storm, a young couple newly married were passing through on their way to a new life.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Horror
Everett
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window…” A twelve-year-old boy named Everett with jet black hair, and bright emerald eyes, walked along the path he always takes after school just before the woods to get to his house. The sun sets just as the bus drops him off, so he gets home just before the pitch-black night falls. However, something about tonight was different for Everett. On his way home, the night sky seemed to come quicker than any other night. He was only halfway through his usual walk; however, the stars were already poking their heads out for the first time tonight. Everett thought it strange for the stars and moon to already be appearing brightly above his head like that, not to mention, the sun already saying its last farewells before disappearing from the horizons. The mixture of purple and pink hues of the skies suddenly turned pitch black into nighttime.
By Leeya Yates4 years ago in Horror
Solitary Comfort
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jane woke tangled in her blankets, clammy and shivering. Damp, she must have had a nightmare to sweat through her pajamas and sheets. She didn’t want to move, touching the cold damp fabric, but she had to rise, she felt unsafe in bed. Like the old hay mattresses on rope-strung cots she and her brothers slept on in her grandparent’s barn on summer vacations, she felt as though she was sinking into the mattress, about to fall.
By Avery Lamont4 years ago in Horror
The Haunting of Goldfield
The Haunting of Goldfield The Cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The local park ranger Bernard Chester couldn’t believe it. He had driven down this path for several years and had not ever seen anything going on in there. Now, he sees a candle. He had to admit to himself that he was freaked out by it. He did not want to go anywhere near that cabin. Of course, he never did. That cabin had always given him the creeps! It was old and it was very run-down. Nobody had lived there for nearly thirty years, and, to his knowledge, nobody had stepped foot in there for just as long. The people who owned it had just abandoned it one day. They left and were never seen again. Nobody seemed to know why. Bernard had his suspicions, but he had always kept them to himself. He didn’t want to scare the townspeople.
By Alisha Allen4 years ago in Horror
The Ax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jenny’s sister had packed it for her as a joke, “a little ambience for the next Stephen King'' she'd written on the note wrapped around the candle. Now it would be the only light in the woods; the batteries in the old Coleman lamp died as soon as Jenny crossed the threshold of the cabin. Spooky, she thought to herself as she clawed through her backpack in search of a headlamp that wasn’t there. The light of the fading sun slowly retreated from the dusty entrance making it impossible to see into the void of her pack. She stared into it, willing the headlamp into existence. Maybe this is the start of my novel: idiot woman goes into the wild without a lantern, devoured by the monsters in the dark.
By Genevieve Ferrari4 years ago in Horror
Soulful Flames
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It’s as if the flashing of the fire up against the setting sun awoke something in me. I shook a little knowing the sun going down meant I had to get through another night of camp. I leaned over to my camp counselor Dottie, to ask who would be occupying that old cabin after this long, and in the condition it was in. Shingles falling off, part of the chimney caved in, glass missing from every window except that one. That one window. She kind of shrugged me off and leaned back into Tom, the newest camp leader, some surfer from California. Typical. Since she ignored me, I went across the fire to talk to Ryan, my only real friend here. She was a nerd like me. Camp wasn’t necessarily her typical scene, she’d rather be building legos or reading the new National Geographic magazine issue. “Hey,” I called out to get her attention, she looked up, the camp fire glowing in her face, she’d just peeled away from her book. She gave me a nice nod. Not very talkative this one. I turned her attention to the cabin, “Isn’t that old cabin abandoned?” She looked at me deeply, “What,” she asked. I asked again a bit louder, the other campers were getting rowdy, s’mores sugar getting to them. “That old cabin”, I shouted “Isn’t it empty?” “What cabin,”she said rhetorically, “There is no cabin”. A chill ran up my spine, like someone had zipped my skin shut. “Miller’s cabin burned down a few years ago”. Instantly, I felt someone grab my shoulder so forcefully I began to fall backwards. Then I woke up. Dripping sweat, almost gasping for air. The camp bell had just begun ringing, 7:00 am. I scurried to the showers before my bunk mates could see my distress. I couldn’t wait to tell Ryan about my weird dream, the thought of it still raising the hairs on my arm all day. Ryan was a couple years older than me so our schedules were different, but we always met up at the campfire. Silently sitting together. The sun was setting and the bell went off for the campfire group but she was nowhere to be found. I ran back to the cabins and checked for her, the bathrooms and the mess hall. I found her at last right next to the campfire where I began my search. I sat down next to her, nose in her book again. “You wouldn’t believe this dream I had,” I started, but before the next line could come out of my mouth my jaw dropped in awe of what I saw happening before my eyes. Blood hitting the pages of Ryan’s book and slowly trickling towards her lap. “Ryan,” as I shouted in terror, her melted face lifted up eyeball sockets vacant and eerie, liquified eyeballs running down her cheeks. All around me the air became hotter, I almost couldn’t breathe. The smell of burnt marshmallows turned into a different smell. A flesh smell of searing skin. Then laughter around the campfire turned to screams, echoing, each getting louder. In horror, I stepped back falling into the fire, I woke at that moment. This was torture. Drowning in my sweat again, I stood up. I paced. Shaking this time —too real. I grabbed my shower caddy and ran towards the restrooms. Heart still thumping and mind racing. I realized all my weird dreams began when I saw the candle lit in that creepy little house so I had to see who was in there. As I approached the area, to my right I could see the smoke was still going out from the campfire. When I looked closer, it seemed to be reversing back into flames. The sky became shades darker, time seemed to be rewinding. Hopping and skipping over holes in the porch floor boards, before I realized it, I was standing at the front door. I could hear campers laughing and squealing with joy. It was pitch black. With some force, I pushed open the door. High winds swept around me, sending chills through my body, my blood turned cold. A sense of familiarity washed me. It felt like someone stepped outside of me as I walked through the door. I screamed hello, not a peep. I looked around for something or someone and there was nothing. So right before I was going to leave, a door creaked. The door to the candle lit room. I could see the glows of the light hitting the walls up the stairs, enticing me. I crept up the stairs and as I went I could tell I’d been here. With a sense of presence around me, I felt frightened, but I couldn’t stop moving forward. When I looked back, I could see nothing but darkness, no way out. As I entered the room, I knew this place, endless books on the walls and a soothing rocking chair by the window, already rocking. Seeing my reflection in the mirror jolted my entire memory. I was Ryan. This was my reading hide away. I grabbed my favorite book and sat down. This house seemed to like me there. Seemed to hug and hold me in the chair as though it was alive. As though I was alive. The windowpane showed who I was. A memory. My melted face took form and I could no longer deny what I knew. Many years ago, as I was sitting in my usual spot reading, the house moaned and settled, startled, I knocked the candle over. Like any living thing the house didn’t want to be lonely. The house had seemingly chosen me at the very beginning of my camp stay that summer. I was a loner, quiet and out of place. I was lured into the house when I saw my favorite book on the porch. In perfect condition. It’s almost as if the house had been watching me for a long time. By the end of the summer, I’d made the reading room my own. As the fire began to spread, I tried to get up, the chair just gripped harder. Then, like someone walking behind me, speaking in both ears, I heard a low grumble say, “It’s our time Ryan.” The flames took me and the house’s life that dreadful summer. The unfathomable, I was actually dead. A pill I still hadn’t swallowed completely. Neither the house nor I was really there. Even older Ryan wasn’t real, she was who I projected myself to be. An unrested soul. I finally blew out the candle and like a shadow, I disappeared.
By Jasmine Cecil4 years ago in Horror
Balkan in the Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was the first weekend of July, but there was a light breeze coursing through the trees outside. Causing the rustling of leaves. And in between the humming of the old A/C cooling system, Leonardo Balkán could hear the palm trees brushing up against the cabin. The noise sounded like an intruder was right outside of the cabin. Leo’s mind and body went into survival mode, as his killer instinct kicked into overdrive. Leo had arrived at the cabin when it was half past 9PM and looked inside every room to make sure nobody else was there.
By Mercurio Torrente4 years ago in Horror
Sirens
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You’ve been lost in the woods for days, carrying an axe, trying to find a main road leading back to town, or at least away from these never-ending woods. You have no memory of how you came to be in these woods.
By Anton Crane4 years ago in Horror
Karma
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That same night, a new owner of the cabin drove up in his green F350 diesel truck. It was almost deer season, and Chuck Hammond was eager to set up his new hunting cabin before the season began. His friend Rolly had been bragging for a year about the Fallow buck he’d bagged last season, and Chuck was determined to outdo his braggart of a friend. If only to shut him up for five minutes.
By Cassandra McElroen4 years ago in Horror
