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Lights Drew Closer

Not All Light in the Night is a Welcome Sight

By Megan BakerPublished 7 months ago Updated 6 months ago 7 min read
Lights Drew Closer
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The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.

Not all light in the night is a welcome sight.

The flickering flame drew the attention of the lone figure picking their way through the woods, deep and dark on the night of a torrential storm. Wind ripped through the forest, causing the vegetation to thrash their body, and thunder shook the very ground. It was as black as pitch save for the ominous flashes of the accompanying lightning.

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The tiny object stood out as a beacon; the traveler sighed with relief at the thought that they'd found a sanctuary from the elements. His relief was short-lived, however, once he realized that this candle was lit inside the abandoned cabin.

He was a middle-aged man named Josh. He had moved to the nearby town with his parents as a young boy and had grown up hearing the rumors about the woods - and the abandoned cabin.

Story held that it was abandoned after a terrible tragedy on the premises; a serial killer had attacked and murdered two of his teenage victims inside the building. It had always left a bad feeling within him when he thought of the tale.

Josh paused before the door, shivering in the rain. On one hand, he desperately wanted out of the downpour. On the other, he wanted to give this cabin - and its resident - plenty of room. He took a deep breath, then knocked.

No answer.

He tried again, but once more, there was no answer. Josh entered the building slowly, anticipation bubbling up inside of him.

"H-hello?" he called out. The rest of the cabin seemed to be devoid of people; everything was dark.

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Eventually, Josh made his way through the darkened cabin, feeling his way through with his feet. Climbing the stairs, the building creaked under every single step he took.

"Hello?" he called again.


Once he reached the top floor, he could see the glow of the candle's light shining into the hallway. Ever so slowly, he crept along, alert to any sounds and sights he caught. Eventually, he snuck into the room with the lit candle.

At first, the candle being lit was the only odd thing he'd noticed in the room, but as his eyes grew accustomed to the difference in light, Josh began to realize that something was very off about the room.

On the window sill where the candle burned, there was an accumulation of old candle wax; this was not the first time someone had placed a lit candle in that window sill. This unnerved Josh more. If it had been a one-off thing, perhaps inspired by the massive storm, he could understand. But the buildup of candle wax suggested that someone visited often in the dark.

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But who would consistently come out to an old abandoned cabin in the woods? Josh supposed maybe some of the local teens might come out to party or investigate the rumors of the teen deaths, however the built up wax suggested that someone came to the room frequently.

The lit candle was burned low; soon, Josh would be left in the darkness, his only other light the wild lightning outside.

"Hello? Anyone here?" he tried once more. Still, he received no response.

Realizing that the candle would go out at any time now, Josh made his way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping he might find an old junk drawer with more candles. He didn't have to look long before he did find a loose candle. Fortunately, he carried a lighter with him, and was able to light the candle without issue.

He then returned upstairs, hoping to keep a vantage point on the entryway below.

The candle was now burnt out, its wick smoldering and smoke twisting up from it. Josh tucked himself into a dark corner in the room, hoping to wait out the storm and darkness for just a few hours.

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There came a thump against the front door.

Josh peeked out from the window cautiously, but saw no one at the front door, where it sounded as though the noise had originated from. He spent several tense minutes waiting, straining his ears through the storm.

Suddenly, Josh was made aware that there was light spilling into the hallway behind him. Turning, he shivered when he saw a lit candle in the hallway.

"Hello? Who's there?" he called out shakily. Once again, no response. Josh considered running into the forest, but the rain and wind had only increased in their ferocity since he'd arrived at the cabin.

Suddenly, a strange voice practically sang in a haunting tune, "Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

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Another candle lit up the next section of hallway before the voice again sang out, "Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

Yet another candle was lit, with the voice once again repeating the words and tune.

"Stop it! What do you want?!" exclaimed Josh. In reply, two more candles lit up the stairs, both accompanied by the same sing-song tune.

"Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

Josh had enough; he ran down the stairs and out into the storming woods, grabbing an old lantern as he fled to protect his small amount of illumination.

Once outside, he breathed a quick sigh of relief, thinking no one in their right mind would follow him out into the raging storm. However, only a few minutes into his venture outside, more candles appeared in the woods around him. And every time, those same words in the same tune would ring out hauntingly.

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"Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

Josh began to hurry his way through the soaking underbrush, hoping to locate a route out of the woods. With everything so dark and the terrible weather conditions, however, he soon found himself getting turned around. To make matters worse, every few minutes, a new candle or two would light up a spot nearby him in the forest, that eerie line practically jeering at him on the wind.

"Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

Before long, Josh began to realize that the lit flames formed a loose circle around him; he was at the epicenter of this strange occurance. Then, terror began to build as more lights appeared even closer; they were making a spiral inwards, towards him. He ran as fast as he could in the wet dark, slipping often.

The storm had lessened greatly by the time Josh decided to slow down and rest. Dawn was approaching, and he anticipated getting out of the forest before long. The candles and sing-song tune had begun to wane in frequency, so he thought he was in the clear. Tired, he sat down to rest beneath a large tree.

And he fell asleep.

When Josh awoke later, he couldn't believe that is was still so dark out. It was as though he'd slept all day only to wake back up in the same darkness he'd drifted off to. Except, it wasn't as dark as it could be; lit candles surrounded him in an endless, spiraling circle.

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Josh tensed as he heard shuffling coming from the other side of the tree he rested against. His blood ran cold when that same, eerie voice whispered so close in his ear, "Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

Josh's screams were drowned out by the low rumble of thunder from the next oncoming storm. No one ever saw him again, though rumors abounded that he had vanished by the old abandoned cabin. Just like so many others.

Janet, Josh's sister, eventually went looking for him near the cabin late one night.

Though the cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, that night, a candle burned bright in the window. Janet felt herself grow hopeful that perhaps her brother was still there, taking refuge from the outside world that had always been too much for him. She felt herself tense up as she neared the cabin, only to hear a strange voice - eerily similar to Josh's - sing out, "Not all light in the night is a welcome sight".

"Not all light in the night is a welcome sight."

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About the Creator

Megan Baker

A Colorado native and secondary caregiver to her younger brother with special needs, Megan enjoys her adventures in World of Warcraft, various types of documentaries, and making homemade items for the critters and people in her life!

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