supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
The Kalamalka Sacrifices
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The flickering flame danced seldomly as broken panes of glass in thick pine boarded windows invited crisp oxygen into the stuffy, stagnant wood enclosure. Night after night, week after week, month after long-isolated month, the cabin shared no new memories with any new visitors yet, there it was—a pricket with a candle impaled upon its base and a flame that swayed back and forth. No additional light beside the moons could penetrate the window of the pitch-black interior of the cabin but you could tell someone or something was moving inside.
By Tony Stone4 years ago in Horror
Your Soul to Take
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The story I’m about to tell will possess your soul, so if you believe in the supernatural existence of fate then you should leave long before I begin, or your souls will be condemned.
By Chela Bradshaw4 years ago in Horror
The Cabin
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.".....The large grey wolf stared nervously at the old cabin sitting just across the frozen pond. He sniffed the air around him, and something rancid filled his nostrils. Right then and there his senses began to scream for him to just turn and run back into the desolate wilderness from which he had just came, but the hunger in his belly had other ideas. It had been nearly two weeks since his last real meal....For the wolf, desperate times called for desperate measures. He looked anxiously toward the cabin again searching for signs of life and other than the one burning candle, he saw none. There was no smoke coming out of the chimney, no movement or noise what so ever, and still the wolf felt uneasy.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Horror
Useless Reckoning
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Martha gasped but didn’t hear herself. The instantaneous burst of adrenaline at the sight of the small flame had already quickened her pulse to a deafening drone. Fred glanced up from his crossword puzzle and he instinctively knew what her frozen, tense stance meant. Someone was there. Some poor unsuspecting soul had gone to the little cabin at the top of the hill. She hadn’t heard a car go by. When did they get there? Didn’t they see the posted warning signs? Martha shuddered as a sudden draft chilled her to her bones. Rising from his easy chair, Fred joined his wife at the window. Both remained silent as they gazed at the tiny flickering light. Finally, he squeezed Martha’s shoulders in resignation that both were powerless, and he returned to his chair. Afraid to look too long, Martha continued to the kitchen to put their dinner dishes in the sink. Uncharacteristically, she left the dishes unwashed and returned to her chair in the living room. Fred had returned to his crosswords, but his pencil lay on the TV tray and his weary stare seemed to gaze right through the paper. The sense of dread and sadness in the room was palpable. At first nobody believed anything was amiss. The terrible string of bizarre accidents was thought to be tragic coincidence. The first two deaths were a lovely couple on their honeymoon who drowned in the tiny pond at the back of the cabin. Then a small child fell into the fireplace. When the mother jumped to rescue the child, she hit her head on the mantle and sustained a fatal head injury. The father heard the commotion and ran into an unseen clothesline by the side of the cabin, lacerating his throat so severely he hemorrhaged to death in minutes. Then a young writer had come to the wilderness for inspiration. He was possibly going out to sit on the porch to enjoy the air when he tripped and pierced his right eye and brain with his pen. After the sixth death, Fred and Martha decided they must act. Because they were the only neighbors to the property, they felt responsible for the misfortune of those pitiful souls. Not daring to approach the cabin, they left the old fence and built a new electric fence, ten feet inside their property line. Because the road to the cabin ended just over the shared property line, Fred even illegally ran the fence right over the road. He didn’t want the fence to hurt anyone, just serve as a warning. They hung what seemed like a ridiculous amount of warning signs on the fence. Then everything fell silent. The distant screams of agony seemed but a nightmare. Fred’s brow furrowed deeply as he glanced up to the window. The fence across the road was electrified. How had someone gotten to the property? Even the local Sheriff knew what Fred had done and vowed to never return to the cabin and never talked about what he found. As far as they were concerned whatever evil remained there should be quarantined. It always started the same way. Someone looking forward to a getaway had arrived, overjoyed at the beauty of the surroundings. During daylight Fred and Martha had seen children playing, lovers embracing, families enjoying their reconnection with each other and nature. But at night…at night it always started with a passing glimpse of that damned candle. The cabin was old, really old. Nobody seemed to know when it was built there but there wasn’t an electric line feeding it and after dark inhabitants had to utilize fire for light. Fred had never been inside the cabin, so he didn’t know if it had oil lamps, but he knew that damned candle was always lit before the screams came and after they were silenced, the candle was extinguished. There was no doubt in their hearts that something there was evil. They had no idea what. A demon? An angry ghost? A curse from a witch? A burial ground? As far as Fred and Martha were concerned, the source of the evil didn’t matter. They didn’t care to even speculate because deep down they knew they were utterly powerless, and they knew the outcome would always be the same. Fred sat uneasily in his chair and anxiously listened. Martha couldn’t tolerate sitting and rose to pace the room.
By JD Gallegly4 years ago in Horror
Silencing Him
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The man's hand's shook as he held them over the flame that produced a dingy glow inside the dusty room. He knew of its abandonment from stories of his youth; the years he had spent in other boys rooms as they had told of the murders that had happened in the very spot he now stood. Utter shit, of course. But now that he was here, a grown man with no prospects, no home, and no one to hold him close at night. He couldn't help but feel himself shake more over the feeling that something was inside here with him. Before he had entered he had knocked several times, not really sure why he had done so but only because it seemed courteous if some other human had been desperate enough to seek refuge in the same hovel as he. No one had responded. So he had shouldered open the long water logged wooden door, the swelling in the frame jamming it tightly shut, until he had catapulted himself inside. His starved body had fallen with a shocking thud to the floor, dust had exploded up around him which had given the appearance of fog. He coughed violently, hoping that the noise he was making would scare off any animals that might of been hibernating here already. He heard no scurries when he himself had finished. The cabin was made of two rooms. The room he had fallen into was of a main living space, long since lived in, and a bedroom with an old double metal bedframe left inside. The mattress, too, had been left. But he was wary of even approaching it, fearful of what would be living inside. He had stolen the candle and the matches that were situated in his shabby coat pocket. Any other starving human would have opted for food, but he knew of his journey to this hovel before. And he knew that light would be the only thing he would need. He placed the candle on the wooden shelf adjacent to the glass window, its four panes smothered in gunk so thick he couldn't see the silhouette of the forest beyond. His body was overcome from coughing once more. The rattle from his chest was worrying, and he felt the splatter of blood coating his hand as he pulled it away and wiped it on the back of his tattered jeans. There was no point in worrying now. The damage had been done. He was not a bad man, he knew this, and yet he was no saint either. He had been alone for sometime, on the run from a ghost of the past and unable to rest as it chased him into this corner. His home had been taken from him months before, his love, too. The man he had loved before had taken another, brought him into their shared domain and then cruelly shared himself without thought to the man who stepped through the front door and witnessed the harmful act. They were dead now. Enraged by his lovers act he had walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife they had used that Sunday for spearing the joint of beef. He had walked purposely into their loving arms and slit the throat of his lover's lover. The blood had gushed everywhere, and the warm spittle of it only enraged him more. How dare this filth touch me? His lover was howling, begging and pleading for forgiveness, but he was not in the mood for forgiving. He gripped him with strong hands and had stifled the life from him, realising that it was true what people said. Taking life with your own hands was the most intimate act. He had never felt this close to his lover before. He left the crime scene, ensuring that he would never end up behind bars, and ended up running for his life. The next night as he lay sleeping under a bridge befitting the myths of a troll he awoke screaming as he felt the ghostly claws of his lovers hand. They caressed his face and whispered evils in his ear. The nights since had been the same. He was being followed by the ghost, he had seen him. He had run to this cabin hearing the wails of pain of the lover he had slain, he could feel it's breath on his neck, and smell the stench of the blood of his lover's lover still ever present on the ghost's skin. His hands quivered over the candles flame not from cold but from fear. His lover was in the other room. The thudding of footsteps on the wooden flooring could be heard.
By Marian Clayton 4 years ago in Horror
Spiral
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I wouldn't have noticed either had Edwin not commented. She's always quiet and it's easy to lose her against the background, so the fact that she spoke at all drew my attention more than anything she said.
By R.M. Beristáin4 years ago in Horror
Campfire Ghost Story
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Sara Winters was hiking on the trails in Sedona Arizona. She reaches the cabin in the woods. and has been abandoned for many, many years. But on this night on her evening hike she noticed a candle was lit in the window. She got goosebumps just standing there just right outside the cabin.
By Anjalee Jadav4 years ago in Horror
Legends Are True
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was well-known that the tragedy that had taken place there was fit enough to ward off even the most depraved sorts of vagabonds or rouges, so the townsfolk knew there was no reason for anyone to be afoot inside, and most especially not on a night like this. Yet there it was, burning, signaling the light of a stranger and sounding a whispering drone of alarm in Hollow Falls. Cam Burden, a strapping young man who had always had a penchant for gossip, was apparently the first to see it. He came, dripping of sleet and looking a bit disheveled, out of the biting wind and into the Goat’s Hoof, the local Inn’s brewpub. It was round seven o’clock, when the dinner rush had died down and the place had already emptied of most women and children.
By Natalie Foster4 years ago in Horror
Choices
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I jerked awake from yet another nightmare. Sweaty and clammy, hating my life and situation with every ounce of my being, I sat up and considered the idea of jumping into the lake and staying under until the nightmares ended. But when I managed to focus in the dark, I focused on the candle burning in the window of the cabin across the lake.
By Allie Harris4 years ago in Horror
The Cabin that Knew...
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned, it's flicker an eerie beacon for those weary souls that mistakenly thought they had found a safe, warm spot to lay the head for the night. As this true ( and truly frightening ) tale unfolds you will find, much to your own unease, how truly mistaken one of those travelers came to be....
By Sherri Lynn Herrmann4 years ago in Horror
If These Walls Could Talk
The candle burned in the window of the living room, which had not been used for its named purpose in many years. Only dead things lived there now; the skeleton of an opossum, the severed head of a rabbit brought in by a cat the day before, and the bloating carcass of a raccoon. Countless insects as well, but those had lived and died in multitudes before the cabin had become what it was.
By Annie Marie Morgan4 years ago in Horror
