supernatural

The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.

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
Slow Burn
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The woman swept her fingertips gently across the flame, feeling nothing. Disappointment tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she remained silent. The man gently took her unharmed hand in his and led her away from the window. She could not feel the warmth of his skin.
By Kyndra M Sherman4 years ago in Horror
Forever & Always
Forever & Always By: Kristen Feyt The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.
By Kristen Feyt4 years ago in Horror
Paranormal Investigation of the Old Haunted Cabin.
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window," Martha explained. "The first time I saw it burning in the window, was November 27, 1991, when my family bought this land and property from the bank. Every year on that same date I see the candle burning again, but every time I'd go closer to investigate, suddenly, it seems as though it's blown out!" she added.
By Nikki B.4 years ago in Horror
Painting Death
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Malika stared at the cabin in front of her. Where was she?
By Vanna Fuqua4 years ago in Horror
The Cabin in the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Though I had heard talk of a small unoccupied hut deep in the forest, I never saw it. I chalked it up to an urban legend. I always stuck to the path, never dwelling any deeper than that. I used to run here everyday. Everyday 4 Pm without fail. Grief took that. Grief took a lot and changed a lot. The thing I’ve learned about grief, in my recent, very serious relationship with it, is that grief doesn’t operate on a schedule that is easy to follow. Unlike the path I had grown accustomed to running everyday, knowing every turn to round and branch to jump, grief likes to keep you guessing. The first few weeks are a dark and empty void of depression. It will be all consuming, nearly life ending. You will feel nothing but unrelenting mental and physical anguish. Then maybe if you’re lucky a sliver of light may break through and you might get out of bed or get out of the house. Soon you may find yourself enjoying things again, life may begin to feel whole. Until, completely out of nowhere you feel it. The darkness creeps back in, the pain starts to tickle your mind and body. You’re reminded of whatever brought you to the doorstep of grief, and you begin to sink. The darkness and loneliness are still the only places where you can be with what or who you lost. It’s scary there, but it’s where they are. For a time. The length of time that the love you have lost resides there, is up to grief. Grief decides everything you do, everything you feel, even everything you say. You wander around a ghost of happiness, anger and isolation shield you from any ray of joy that may try to break through. You’re back in the place where nothing lives, except painful memories and sorrow. Your suffocating in your own grief but it’s where you feel close to what’s been lost, you can feel and hear them. Grief tricks you into thinking this is where you belong, but grief is wrong. After a time, you begin to see the facade. You look in the mirror and it’s not a monster you’re fighting everyday, it’s you. You’re holding the key to the shackles of torment. You’re the one letting grief decide you. What you love is not really there, and you can see the bars of the prison grief has built for you, and you know you must escape. You begin to accept what has been lost is gone and that remembering them will be painful but nothing is as painful as loving them in darkness. You can’t do that to their memory, waste the love you have for them and they for you. You bring your love and memories, painful and beautiful, into the light to be seen as they should. Losing someone or something and feeling the pain of their absence is the part of life you can’t prepare for. It never gets easier and it never stops. Grief will always be somewhere in the back of your mind and it may scratch at your brain with its black, needle-like finger nail. You may sink back into it occasionally, feeling the air violently ripped from your lungs, by those dirty old fingers, but you can climb out again. You can stitch the torn pieces back together, every time adding a scar to remind you of the pain you’ve endured. These reminders of survival build up over time, providing a roadmap to guide you through the next journey into the cold and ghastly forest of grief.
By Jacqueline Forster4 years ago in Horror
Far Away in the Unconscious Mind…
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." She put her pen down and paced nervously through the room, then as if without thinking, rushed back to her journal and continued:
By Nightingale4 years ago in Horror
Misery Sonata
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Not far from it, seeming to absorb the orange glow, stood the grand piano, which slumbered deep within a cocoon of cobwebs. The woman swiped the shroud away, soiling her sixteen button opera gloves. But no matter, the once diamond encrusted sleeves were tattered and their fingertips torn. She glanced around the room once more, overjoyed to have returned home.
By Tim Smith4 years ago in Horror
Alone In The Dark
Deep in the forest, a candle burned in the window of the long-abandoned cabin. Noah stared at the light, transfixed. For the last hour, he had kept an eye on that unblinking beacon, inexorably drawn to it, considering the possibilities.
By Laura Pruett4 years ago in Horror
Phalse Phantom
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window once more. Kasey stared at her feet, “do we have to light that right now?” she asked with a slight whine.
By Imani Walton4 years ago in Horror
Cabin
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Well, at least I thought it was a candle… It was hard to make out through the trees from my truck. Nonetheless, something in my gut said I needed to check it out. This cabin had been abandoned for years. Most people avoided this part of the mountain altogether. I pulled off to the side of the road, trying to avoid sliding into the ditch. The streets were freshly plowed as we anxiously braced for another winter storm. The last one sat on us for almost two weeks; we even had thunder snow for a few days, a rare but fascinating weather phenomenon. I paused for one more warm moment. Then I hesitantly pulled my hands away from the heater vents, zipped up my jacket, and turned off the truck. I was immediately slapped with the bitter cold when I opened my door.
By WizDom4 years ago in Horror