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I've been expecting you

As the wind howled through the dark trees, a young college student named Sarah found herself lost in the woods

By Evelyn NightshadePublished about a year ago 3 min read
I've been expecting you
Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash

As the wind howled through the dark trees, a young college student named Sarah found herself lost in the woods. It had been a mistake to go on this hike alone, and the thought of not returning to civilization made her heart race with fear. She had been so focused on navigating the path ahead that she didn't notice the eerie silence surrounding her until it was too late.

After hours of wandering in the dark, Sarah spotted a small light in the distance. She approached it cautiously, hoping it was a sign of civilization. As she got closer, she realized it was a small, run-down cabin.

Feeling relieved, she knocked on the door, but no one answered. She tried once more, but again, there was no response. As Sarah turned to leave, the door creaked open, revealing an older man with a twisted, leering smile.

"Come in, my dear," he said. "I've been expecting you."

Sarah hesitated, but spending the night alone in the woods was too much to bear. She stepped inside, and the door shut with a loud bang.

The older man led her into a dimly lit room filled with strange objects and eerie artifacts. Sarah's heart pounded with fear as she saw the older man pull out a rusty blade and begin sharpening it.

"I hope you're hungry," he said with a wink. "I've got a special stew I've been cooking just for you."

Sarah tried to leave, but the older man blocked the door, grabbing her by the arm.

"Don't leave yet," he said. "You haven't even met my other guests."

Sarah's eyes widened in horror as she saw several other people sit around a table, their eyes hollow and empty. They weren't moving except for their mouths chewing away at the stew.

As Sarah moved closer, she realized the horrifying truth: the stew was made from human flesh.

She screamed, running towards the door, but the older man grabbed her again, signaling for the others to capture her.

They tied her up. They locked her in a small, dark room, where she could hear the older man's twisted laughter echoing around her.

Days turned into weeks, and Sarah became weaker and weaker, praying for someone to find her. But no one came, and she was left to rot in the older man's cabin, becoming just another ingredient in his stew.

In another part of the woods, a group of college students went on a camping trip. They had heard the stories of the older man and his cabin, but they laughed them off, convinced that they were just tall tales.

As they set up their tents, they heard strange noises coming from the woods. They ignored them at first, but as the night wore on, the noises intensified, driving them to insanity.

The next morning, they found Sarah's half-eaten body outside the cabin. The older man was nowhere to be found.

They searched the cabin and found a journal detailing the older man's exploits. He had been a notorious serial killer, luring lost travelers to his cabin and using them for his meals. He had been caught and sent to prison, but he had escaped and returned to his twisted ways.

The group of college students knew they had to leave the woods as soon as possible before the older man returned. But as they packed up their things, they heard a strange noise from the woods.

They turned to see the older man, his twisted smile fixed on his face. They ran for their lives, but he was gaining on them, his rusty blade glinting in the moonlight.

They knew they were no match for him, so they continued running, each step bringing them closer to their doom. And as they ran, they could hear his twisted laughter echoing through the woods, signaling they would never be safe again.

As they stumbled through the dense forest, their hearts pounding with fear, they couldn't help but wonder how they had gotten into this mess. They had been warned about him but foolishly ignored the warnings, thinking they were invincible.

Now, they were paying the ultimate price for their arrogance. They knew that even if they managed to escape this time, they would never be able to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled deep within their souls. They had come face to face with true evil, which left an indelible mark on their lives.

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Evelyn Nightshade

I am a horror story writer specializing in crafting spine-chilling tales to keep you on the edge of your seat. I delve into the darkest depths of human fear and terror, leaving my readers with unease that lingers long after reading...

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