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Mayhem Under The Full Moon

Once upon a time in a cabin in the mountains

By Ruby Estelle Published 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 16 min read
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Introduction:

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A train horn blew in the distance whilst an old man and woman quietly awaited their guest who hadn't been around in years. They both sat in their rocking chairs waiting for the sound of a car pulling into the driveway so they could be ready. It had been such a long time since he had been around, and they had some catching up to do.

They wanted it to be a surprise and to take their time in showing their long lost friend how everything had changed. The old woman liked the man, but her husband never did. She had tried to tell him over and over how if he knew their secret he would certainly keep it, but he wasn't convinced. She wanted him to be able to keep staying and it not to be abandoned and he wanted him gone. For good.

Before they came back for the week to sort it out they had decided they would see how it goes. After the changes took place overnight it would be hard to tell if they still felt the same. It had been a while since anyone had been to the cabin, and he was their last guest. They gazed at each other and the wife stood up to blow out the candle when they saw headlights coming through the window.

It was time.

Chapter 1

He was taking a walk on the pier when he noticed a shadow approaching him through the thick white fog. The almost chilling darkness of the night made it hard for him to see clearly who it could be, but than suddenly it vanished. There was an eerie whistling coming from below as the wooden planks creaked beneath his feet. He stopped and turned around igniting a cigarette as the spark of the lighter broke through the darkness and lit up the fog around him.

It was a windy and chilly night as the nearly full moon hid behind dark grey clouds. Suddenly he could hear a faintness of clanking bottles in the distance that hung from a tree by the shoreline as he stood there motionless. He hadn't seen anyone around him for quiet a few miles and he assumed that he was alone. Restlessly he had took a walk on the way to driving up the mountain to stretch his legs and smoke, but now he was eager to get back on the road. Something was different in the atmosphere, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

Suddenly the wind stopped and there was dead silence with nothing but waves crashing up against the shoreline. It pierced through the quiet as soon as he stepped off the creaking pier onto the soft sand. The pier was unsafe and old but the walk had been just what he needed to take a break from driving. There was no sign of anything around and he assumed it was just a trick of the light and the fog. A loud train horn blew from across the street and caught him off guard making him jump as he unlocked the car.

He shrugged his shoulders unconcerned and opened the door before flicking and stepping on his cigarette butt. He coughed as he blew out the last puff of smoke and started the engine. It turned a couple of times before it finally started. Being almost 61 years of age he was ready to quit, but didn't want to. Shaking his head he knew he should be investing the money he spends on cigarettes weekly on a better car.

Christian stepped on the gas and headed out from the viewing point close by to the pier. The fog on the drive up the hill was getting heavier as he drove. Luckily he knew the road well and there was no oncoming traffic or anyone behind him. The Beatles played through his cassette player on his car with static coming through the speakers. It was a winding road up the mountain and he was getting tired from the already long drive. There was still another hour left to go until he made it to his final destination.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it to finally move up there or not. Instead he just rented out a small cabin on the farm every fall. Every year he made the same trip in the same car and this was his tenth, but he hadn't been there for years. There was something about it that he just couldn't quite get enough of, it was his peaceful place. It would probably be the last time that his car would be able of making the trip and he would be lucky if it made it all the way back.

Finally he approach the long driveway of the hobby farm where the cabin was. There hadn't been any animals on it for almost five years because the owners were getting too old and told Christian they sold everything to their neighbors. Eventually, they had said, someone was bound to get more once they sold the property. Thinking back on it as he put his car in park he vaguely remembered there being less and less animals years past, and the last time he visited a couple of years before they were all gone. Just like that.

The driveway was unusually vacant he thought and he figured the owners must have been out of town for a while. Every time that he came from the next state he came alone and kept entirely to himself so it didn't make any difference. Although he preferred it that way the feeling of whatever hadn't been the same lingered since the moment he saw the distant shadow on the pier. He found it out of the ordinary being when they recently talked with them on the phone they told him they'd be near if he needed anything.

He thought nothing of it as he was a day late because of rainy weather conditions and his bad tires. Christian grabbed his bag of groceries in the backseat that he had bought at the supermarket a ways out before reaching the scenic overview. Along with the food he picked up the nearly full carton of cigarettes that fell on the floor and proceeded to get out of the car. It was going to be a long night with him and his bottle of bourbon he bought and he was looking forward to every moment of it, or so he thought.

The car door squeaked as he opened it holding it open with his foot so he could pull the lever for the trunk with his free hand. Once he got out he hurriedly grabbed his suitcase and backpack out from the trunk and made his way down the path on the left of where he parked. There was little light to be seen except that coming from the cabin with the cloudy night and the usually burning tiki torches unlit. He was unconcerned as he knew the path through the brush by heart and could have walked it blind, but nearly stumbled through as the grass around was long overgrown.

Finally making it to the door he noticed that it was open a crack. Thinking nothing of it he blinked his eyes and sighed tiredly. The welcome mat was askew on the front step and there was a pot that was knocked over surrounded by clumps of dirt and small pieces of ceramic. There wasn't a single sound as he set down his things in the entry way after pushing the door open completely. Everything looked almost abandoned, and he stood still and listened closely but there was no sound.

There was nothing to be heard but the breeze through the trees outside making its way through the cracks of the door. No sound of pitter patters of scurrying footsteps, and no sounds of closed doors like someone was hiding. Most people would have turned around and ran, but he was like every stupid person in a scary movie being ignorant and brave. Tiredly assuming that it must have been a critter that knocked down the potted plant Christian went in and closed the door behind him.

Thinking it was interesting he took a quick look around but nothing caught his eye, but he could vaguely smell something burnt. The only thing that had his full attention was making himself warm in the cabin with a nice cozy fire and his bottle of bourbon. Pulling the bottle from his bag he walked over to the table in the dining room and set it down. Reluctantly he grabbed the rest of his groceries so he could put them away in the kitchen first. Finally he was done and he slumped down in his chair and poured himself a full glass.

He poured himself a good bit and took a couple of swigs feeling the warmth trickle down his chest and into his stomach. Getting up he peered out of the window to see if there was any firewood for the fireplace in the living room, T0 his surprise he saw none where usually there was always a pile. It didn't please him but he wasn't about to let anything get in the way of enjoying his evening. Little did he know that the firepit outside had slowly dying embers where a tall crackling fire once was.

Remembering that they always stocked that pile with wood from where they chopped it by the barn he prepared to grab it himself. Perhaps, he thought, there was certainly some there. Naturally he came to the conclusion that the owners had forgotten but he pondered because it was unlike them. He took another swig of the bottle before he put a cigarette in his mouth. Christian stumbled out of the glass doors on the deck and walked towards the ever slowly lightening darkness.

The cool crisp air was like smoke coming from his lips but he couldn't tell as he took a drag of his cigarette. There was quiet all around him as he walked and looked around and up. The clouds were starting to clear from the night sky leaving room for the moonlight to show through. He pulled his flashlight from his back pocket as it provided him little guidance and he wasn't familiar with where he was going. It was very clear to him that no one had mowed in weeks and he began to wonder why, but went on his way.

As he walked up and around the side of the barn opposite of the trees there was, to his liking, a large pile of wood. Taking another pull from the bottle he set it down and gathered as many logs as he could in his arms dropping some. He filled up the wheelbarrow and put his bottle on the pile. Perfect, he thought. Upon rolling it away he could hear the rustling of a small critter somewhere in the pile and he kicked at it playfully. He chuckled softly to himself while it scurried away.

Tiredly he pushed the wood back to the cabin and in the distance could hear the faint sound of a crying owl. The sound seemed to echo in the breeze as he stumbled pushing through the grass. Who WHOOOOOO. He said aloud mocking the bird. It flew away silently into the night somewhere unseen by Christians eyes. He stopped for a quick moment staring into the sky at the ominous full moon and the glittering stars and shivered as he continued on. Something was giving him the chills, but little did he know that it wasn't the cold.

He had an unusually bad feeling as he trudged back but ignored it with his buzz. The sound of the grandfather clock was ringing in the living room that when he finally made his way closer to the back porch he could hear it. Dong. Dong. Dong. Then right outside the door he saw it again. There was a faint shadow and this time there was no fog covering it. This time it didn't disappear into thin air. The outlining was that of a tall and burly man. Unlike before it was towering over him, and from a distance he squinted and jumped back, startled.

It wasn't a man that he saw and looked big enough to be a bear. He stopped and stared barely believing his eyes and what stood before him. The handles of the wheelbarrow nearly slipped from his hands as his jaw dropped. Thinking it was from the alcohol he rubbed his eyes and adjusted his glasses but it was as he saw. As the moon shown completely through the clouds above them he could see the creature clearly. In terror he dropped the wheelbarrow and tried running from what he saw.

It had long thick hair and glowing yellow eyes. It snarled as it as its fangs seemed to be growing from his mouth, and they almost seemed to sparkle as they dripped with saliva. Loudly grunting it followed Christian as he tried running away and it grabbed him by the throat with its morphed paw. Unexpectedly someone came from behind the house and the animal, holding Christian by the neck stopped in its tracks. Loudly a females voice said "leave him alone, he is mine" and fired a shotgun past them both.

Christian was pale with fear sweating and trembling as the sound rang through his ears and the monster stood there choking him. The monster released by the full moon made Christian wish he was dreaming. Walking towards them both was a younger looking women with glowing orange eyes and fangs that he could see. As much as it felt like a hallucination he knew it felt so real, and apparently so were those tell tale creatures like vampires and werewolves. If only, he thought, had he come another day later.

A quiet stillness in the air provided him with little comfort as the werewolf stood there holding him. A deep sound came from its throat almost like a laugh as if it were amused and entertaining the vampire before he nearly bit one of Christians limbs off. Everything started adding up to him as he stood there unable of breathing. His life flashed before his eyes and he realized he was probably going to die, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

Christian weakly and helplessly tried fighting and loosening the grip around his neck, and the werewolf laughed some more with a snarl. It was a useless effort and he gave up. The vampire got closer to them holding something in her other hand, and uttering some strange words. This made the werewolf step backwards slowly while holding Christian as if he was intimidated. There was nothing that he could do as he hung there kicking his legs gasping for any last breath of air that he could get.

What was going on? Was all that he could wonder. Everything else made perfect sense to him, but what was the vampire doing? The eeriness at the pier, the open door, the knocked over pot, and the fact that there was no animals left on the farm needed no explanation. In the moment of terror he realized how fortunate he had been of missing them every other time. In a way this comforted Christian as by this time he was completely out of breath and drunkenly accepting his fate.

Being old and alone and not having any family or friends that would miss him he wasn't sad. Although it wasn't the way he imagined himself dying it sure would made for an interesting story. Still he wished nothing less than that there was a way that he could escape and tell everyone of the story. Something inside of him knew that no one would believe him. No one believes in werewolves and vampires, and no one would even if he made it out alive.

Christian spit on the werewolf with what felt like his last breathe just as it went to bite him. Loudly shots rang out hitting the werewolf before he had the chance. It dropped Christian and howled in pain holding it shoulder. He took this opportunity to try and scurry away just when the vampire grabbed him and bit his neck. Sucking and enjoying the blood until Christian passed out, but then it stopped.

When Christian woke up the next morning he was on the couch. His bottle of bourbon was empty next to him, and in the fire place were nothing but burning embers. He had a splitting headache and his neck was sore, but there was nothing there. The night before replayed in his head, and he figured he must have been dreaming. Too much liquor on an empty stomach never did sit well for Christian, but something didn't quite add up.

There was enough firewood stacked around the fireplace to last for the rest of his stay, and he thought he did good. Whatever bad dream that he had he at least made it to the couch, and started a fire. Blacking out that bad was unlike him, but he didn't think anything of it. He got up and made some breakfast before heading outside to take his morning walk. Everything seemed normal and he felt better after eating his breakfast, and better than usually notably so that his walk turned into a jog.

Every following day of his vacation he started getting unusually hungry, and had more energy at night than usual. He couldn't put a finger on what it was but he felt great. Something in side of him felt different and he was suddenly a changed man. He threw away his carton of cigarettes, dumped the other bottles of bourbon but had this insatiable hunger. His senses were changing, and he was becoming more perceptive to everything around him. The night before he got ready to leave he couldn't deny that he was thirsty. Thirsty for blood.

years later

The man eventually moved to the cabin to hide from the bustling of society. He never saw the couple since the night that he visited, and he hid his secret well. One day he went out and found a woman he would marry and adopted her children.

Remaining a secret they never knew until one day the wife found out his secret. He had hidden someone in the basement and when she found them dead in the pantry she shot her husband and escaped with the two girls. They went and told everyone that he shot himself, and they got famous.

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Ruby Estelle

Im Kezia, Family oriented & fun, loving, nature, people, music & animal lover. photographer, writer, cook, artist, lover & creator! I aspire world venture, vlogging, making a foundation, having a positive impact & inspiring you💕

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