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Lady of The House

You Belong to Her Now

By Stephanie BuchmanPublished 2 years ago 6 min read
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Lady of The House
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The cabin had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It had been lit by a hiker who had gotten separated from his group. He had been lost for hours before the thunderstorm hit.

The storm had come out of nowhere and he was drenched within seconds. The hiker had found the cabin by accident and had been thankful that the door wasn’t locked or jammed. Once he was inside he took a minute to catch his breath and try to get his bearings.

It had taken him a while to find a candle and matches, mostly because his flashlight wasn’t working, but that didn’t matter to him. He was just relieved to have light.

The roof was a leaking a little, but the hiker was surprised that the roof was still in fairly good condition. He was cold, hungry and scared. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before.

He spotted a wooden rocking chair that was in the corner of the room and decided to sit down. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was better than nothing. As he sat there to gather his thoughts on what he should do about his situation he closed his eyes and rocked.

“Mine.”

The hiker came flying out of the chair in a panic. It was as though someone had been standing right next to him and whispered that word in a raspy voice into his ear. But as he looked around there was no one there.

He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself. He chalked it up to be tired and scared. His mind was playing tricks on him. At least, that’s what he thought before he heard it again.

“Mine.”

“Who’s there,” the hiker asked in a panicked voice. “Please I’m lost and I don’t want any further trouble. I’ll leave as soon as the rain stops.”

But he didn’t hear anything more. It had to be his mind or the wind. He just needed to sleep. Sleep always helped the mind.

He walked into the next room and found the bedroom with a very old and rickety bed. It would have to do so long as it didn’t collapse. He started to make his way towards the bed before he stopped dead cold in his tracks as a pale, withered clawed hand slithered out from under the bed.

The hiker slowly and gingerly took one step back trying not to make any noise. “Mine,” said the voice again from under the bed as the other clawed hand came out. He ran out of the room and slammed the door.

He rushed to the front door and paused. He listened for a bit, but heard nothing more coming from that bedroom. I have to be hallucinating, he thought to himself. He really needed sleep. However, he could not bring himself to go back into that room.

He huddled on the floor in a corner of the main room. From there he could see the entire room including the bedroom door. This way he would see if someone was sneaking up on him. It also helped that he tended to be a light sleeper.

As he began to dose off, the bedroom door slowly started to open. The hiker thought that his mind was playing tricks again. He closed his eyes for just a couple of seconds.

When he blinked them open again there stood a figure in the open doorway to the bedroom. It appeared to be a woman with skin so pale it was almost pure white. He froze in shock at what he was seeing.

Her hair seemed to be blond, but it was hard to tell because it was covered in dirt. She was also in a cream dress that was so dirty it might as well have been a brown dress. The dress was also practically shredded to pieces.

She herself was so withered it looked like she had not had anything to eat for years. Her lips, that were contorted into sneer, were gray, shriveled and cracked. The most horrific thing about her though were her eyes.

She was staring at the hiker with eyes that were sunken in and bloodshot. In the light of the candle the color of her eyes appeared to be a strange shade of red that resembled blood. But that’s not what had him petrified.

It was how she was staring at him. There was an intense hunger in those eyes. “Mine,” the woman croaked out. She quickly moved out of the bedroom and was making her way towards the hiker.

He could not get his legs to move properly because of how he had been sitting on the floor. He struggled to get up and by the time he had any good footing the woman was already on him. He could barely hold her off. She was much stronger than she appeared to be.

“MINE,” she screamed at him before she bit into his arm. He gave a loud scream of pain as blood started dripping down. To make matters worse he could feel her tongue licking up the blood.

Somehow the hiker managed to gather enough strength to shove her off of him. He ran for the front door and managed to get it open. However, he was not quick enough to escape.

The woman grabbed him from behind. She whispered “Mine” one last time in his ear before she yanked him back into the cabin. The hiker let out a scream of pure terror before the door slammed shut.

Someone from the search party that was out looking for the hiker heard the scream and notified the others. Now that the rain had stopped it didn’t take the rescuers long to find the cabin.

The candle was still lit in the window, so they all had hope that he was all right. But what they found in that cabin immediately dashed all those hopes. It was a scene that would give a number of the rescuers nightmares for years to come.

There was blood all over the cabin floor, too much blood. One of them found the hiker’s backpack also covered in blood. Someone else found the blood trail of someone being dragged into the bedroom.

When they looked in the bedroom they saw that the trail went under the bed. None of them wanted to see what was under there, but what choice did they have. Two rangers that were in the group went over and flipped the over the old bed. They expected to find a body, but what they found confused and scared them all.

The blood trail had gone under the bed alright, but there was nothing else. There was no body and not even a pool of blood. The trail just stopped at what would have been the center of the bed. There wasn’t even any loose floor boards.

To this day no one has any idea about what happened to the hiker’s body. No one dares to talk about that cabin, let alone go near it. They will never forget the incident and the undisturbed burning candle in the window.

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About the Creator

Stephanie Buchman

Hi, so I’m fairly new to this community. I am an amateur writer and I want to get better at it. I want to be able to get the stories in my head out there. I welcome any constructive feedback on any of my work. I would greatly appreciate it.

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