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Rust
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The mercenary thought nothing of it. Until the growling sounded a little closer than he preferred. He burst headlong through the forest, hardly giving his surroundings the courtesy of avoiding them. The candle’s light was a beacon of security which he flew towards.
Blue Eyes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light shined dimly in the dark woods, even though it was only an apparition. The cabin and the old stone stairway were the only things “Blue Eyes” McGee had loved. He put his blood and spirit into both when he built them in 1896. The cabin came into disrepair and had collapsed after Blue Eyes had perished, falling from the bluff, like his other victims. Only the foundation remained and was used to build another shack, which was now also deteriorating upon itself. The old stone stairs remained almost forgotten, winding up the side of the bluff to the top.
Ryan ConnerPublished 2 years ago in HorrorTrapped Creatures
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The aftermath of another prairie thunderstorm had left the eaves dripping, and the house settled once more on its foundation, with a sighing of timber.
Adeleine GrubbPublished 2 years ago in HorrorNo One is There
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The flame was not a flame you could warm your hands with or burn your fingertips. The flame would not singe your whiskers or blister your skin. It was a cold flame. No one had been there to light the candle. It was a ghost-flame.
No Man's Land
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” “Leastways that’s how it looked to me when I first saw it. This was a long while ago, back when I was still young and beating my own paths up and down the mountains and through thick wooded forests. It used to be a hobby of mine, finding places that weren’t on any maps, where the next living person was over a hundred miles away. I wouldn’t say I ever did it because it might could’ve been a dangerous thing to do, more that I liked to challenge myself to survive out in the wilderness without being able to count on anyone else for anything.”
Matthew SabinePublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Man With No Name
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. An average passerby would take no notice of this candle, despite the oddity of its presence. Not because one is easily accustomed to strange lights in the depths of the woods, but because a normal glance would skip right past the light, unseeing, as though nothing were there at all. Pupils would refuse to contract, eyes refrain from blinking, and yet the face of the unwary visitor would alight for all to see, no longer sheathed in the safety of shadows. A spotlight for none but the predator to see.
Ameliea SawatzkyPublished 2 years ago in HorrorParalysis
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The warm yellow light danced languidly in the air, tingeing the rotting wood in inviting hues of orange.
Candles
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a beeswax candle and it burned alone in the musky cabin silently eating itself until it was noticed.
Kyle GreenwoodPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Traveler
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. An outsider would think nothing of it, but the damned souls of such a desolate town knew better. They knew what it meant; she was coming and there was not much time. There are no records of where the creature came from or what evil spat her into existence. No one has ever been brave enough to search for the answers. They only seemed to know whatever she wanted them to know. She has been condemning everything and everyone within her reach for ages. Certainly before any humans had ever wandered into the cryptic forests of Lyden. The darkness she emoted was more deeply rooted than the trees that coveted these people from the rest of the world. The land and every living thing in it, belonged to her. It was her playground; her menagerie.
Taimane MitchellPublished 2 years ago in HorrorPick Your Poison
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. When I saw the dark shadow of the structure and the flickering light in the distance, relief flooded me.
Elyse PenningtonPublished 2 years ago in HorrorFIRE DANGER HIGH
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. An unexpected discovery for Emily as she pushed her way past thorny brush piles and old fallen branches. Still, she narrowed in on its solitude, closing the gap between herself and the dimly lit homestead.
Black Kids Don't Camp
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This is said to be a tool used to ward off evil in the old days, as a single candle burning in a window is a symbol of surrender. Authorities said that Sodderwall went on to kill all those who stayed in an unlit cabin according to this superstition, and THAT son... is why black kids don’t camp!” My mom said to me as she read an old article she found about Camp Ta’Xet-Tia. I kept hearing it replay in my head. Thing is, she’s so old school. “Black kids make a tent out of the beds in their room or set up a tent in the backyard.” She says as she prepares dinner. “Yeah, but mom, both times we did that… we had to come in at 10pm.” “Uh, yeah, why would we sleep outside?” she asks. “THAT’S THE POINT OF CAMPING!?” I rebutted, loudly. “Who are you yelling at?” “No one mom. I’m sorry. I just… I really want to go, and you have to sign the permission slip. Dad won’t do it.” “What so important about this trip? It’s called Camp Toxic Tea?, right?” “The entire freshman class is going, and I’d be the only one NOT going. And it’s called Camp Ta’Xet-Tia.” She makes a weird face. “It’s native American. So… what do you say? Will you sign?” “When it is?” “This Friday, it’s for the weekend.” “A whole weekend? You should’ve led with that. I’ll sign it right away!” she says jokingly. “Yeah, yeah.” “DEMARCO!” my name is yelled loudly. Must’ve been memory daydreaming again. I swear if I’m not re-living a memory in my head, I’m living a fantasy. I look around the bus, and it’s our gym coach, Coach Kerr. “Did you hear me? You’re in the cabin #13.” He says, holding his clipboard. “Got it.” I hate when my name is said out load. I mean, I don’t care about race, but you can just TELL mine by my name. I’m the only black kid here. I mean, Hector is Puerto Rican, but this is Arizona, that’s to be expected, I guess. He’s far from the only one. My dad got a good job out here back in the winter and we moved here. Coming from Detroit, this is very different. “Yo’, we’re in the same cabin bro.” says Hector. “Cool, I brought my Switch so we can play Smash later if you’re down.” I responded. Hector unzips his bag slightly to reveal his switch. “Always down.”
T.D. RiyanPublished 2 years ago in Horror