Never Enter an Abandoned Cabin

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.

“Oh I don’t know about this,” said Cassandra as she stood in the doorway of the musty old cabin.

“Come on! Don’t be such a scaredy cat, no one is ever here. It’ll be just the two of us. I set up a picnic and everything,” whined James as he lit another candle.

“But aren’t there spiders?” she asked as she hugged herself looking about the room.

“I cleared them up during the day, if we see one I will kill it dear,” he said and he took her hand in his and led her to the picnic blanket he had set up. She sat down.

“What are we having?” she asked.

“We will have wine,” he said “I stashed it away from my dad’s wine cellar, it’s supposed to be the best malbec,” he explained to her. A loud creak made Cassandra jump; spilling some of her wine onto the picnic blanket.

“You need to relax, that's just the wind, no one is here but us,” he reassured her.

“I think we need to leave, I don’t like it,” she said with a shiver. Then, there was a knock on the window and Cassandra jumped behind James. James laughed.

“It’s a raccoon, look,” he said pointing at it. Cassandra peered from behind James.

“Oh. maybe you’re right,” she said laughing at herself.

“You know I am, and he kissed her gently, they pulled away and smiled at each other. They both sat back down on the blanket and they began to eat, James had prepared an elegant meal containing chicken and tuna sandwiches with grapes for dessert. They ate and then together they chopped the wood that James had brought in the truck and he had a fire. They snuggled next to the fire and fell asleep. Cassandra woke up, the fire was out and it was starting to get cold. A chill fell over Cassandra and she shivered. James was nowhere to be seen. He probably went to cut more firewood. She got up and checked outside. No one was there.

“James?!” she called out. “James?” she called again and still nothing. She walked back into the cabin still calling James’ name. She heard a creak come from one of the other rooms in the cabin. She called out his name again and still nothing, but another creak. She gulped hard.

“This is not funny! You know I am scared,” she responded. “James! You better come out now. She approached the other room and in it was an old wardrobe.

“James?” she called out again and once more she heard a creak and it was coming from the wardrobe. Odd, she thought, maybe he was just hiding in there to scare her, she thought, she came closer to the wardrobe with her heart beating quickly, she breath was becoming scarce and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end. She opened it and screamed as a limp body fell from the wardrobe. The skin was gray and you could see the bone structure protruding from under the skin, the eye sockets were empty and the teeth of the victim stuck out like razors. James came rushing into the room.

“Geez! Who is that?” she asked and James shook his head. He pulled out his cellphone from his pocket.

“Damn it! I don’t have a connection here,” he said.

‘We better go,” he suggested and the two of them went for the door, when it slammed shut in front of them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked a voice and Cassandra and James screamed. A man with gleaming, crooked, sharp blood red teeth smiled wickedly, he had blood stained overalls and wore a brown flannel shirt underneath. He held a pitch fork in his hands, which fell down with a thud and he grabbed at James’s collared shirt with dirty rat like hands and suddenly the man plunged his teeth into Jame’s neck who screamed as blood splattered all over Cassandra’s yellow summer dress and she weeped and screamed all at the same time as she watched blood being drained from her boyfriend, his head rolled off his neck and it fell to the ground Cassandra tried to run, but the door was locked. She screamed and grabbed for the door shaking it frantically, the door fell down and Cassandra bolted for the cabin door, it was locked and suddenly she felt a great deal of pain from her back and the man had plunged his pitch fork into her back and she screamed but no noise came out of her, the pitch fork plunged further into her body as blood dripped from the fork getting the man’s hands stained with it and he licked his lips. He pulled out the pitch fork and Cassandra’s lifeless body fell to the floor. The man bent down to his knees and licked her blood off her body, he stripped her clothes eagerly and bit into her neck as he sat atop of her naked body. He drank and sipped and licked. This is why we never go to an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods.