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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Cabin In the Woods
The Cabin in the Woods By John Matthews The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a dark cold snowy night in Michigan with temperatures below 40 degrees. A group of young teenagers, two young boys named Ray and Jason, along with a girl named Tina were out hiking. It was getting late and the teens needed to head back home. Then they saw the cabin all alone at top of hill with a light coming from it. The teens slowly climbed the hill with much exhaustion. Rob the oldest decided to knock on the door. He banged on the door with loud knocks that shook the house. There was dead silence. Tina said “maybe, we should leave it’s getting late.” Rob attempted again by knocking on the door and again there was silence. Tina, said “come on let’s go home. No one is here.” Rob then for third time banged really hard the icicles from the tree branches began to fall from the lonely Oak tree nearby. Finally, the door creaked opened slowly and standing in the doorway was a small petite woman who was hunched over with a cane. She had wrinkles rough as sandpaper squashed together and a large mole on her right cheek. The lady looked to be in her late 80’s or 90’s and was wearing a dark gray cloak and torn black sandals. She smiled, and said “Come in children.”
By John Matthews 4 years ago in Horror
The Coal Miner's Daughter. Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And if one were to dare tip-toe across the rotten sprawl of decaying leaves and black dirt to peak over the windowsill, they may have seen a pair of naked, bony feet drag across the dusty, wooden floorboards to evade the candle’s glow. They may have seen a set of wild, gaping eyes slip into the dark edges of the cabin’s interior. They may have seen a shriveled, blackened hand silently close the trap door hidden in the floor from inside, only to disappear into the alcove below.
By Lexie Robbins4 years ago in Horror
The circle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Let’s cut to the chase here. Inside, there was a ghost. A spirit if you will. You know that already. The interesting thing here the what and the why. For this story, I want you to reach out and take my hand. You’re going to want to. I want you to. It’s dark beyond this circle of light. Here we are, like sitting ducks, bobbing in a little ring, while who knows what lurks in the depths beneath us. Which dark whorls are the swishing tail of something bigger and sleeker and faster than water? Which sudden cold creeping currents carry horrors and flailing limbs and gasping lungs and dwindling, dying, drowning light? The darkness behind your back is full of fear, don’t pretend it isn’t. The night is a time of dying and by morning the corpses are devoured. Just because you’re human doesn’t mean you won’t be taken. We are all just flesh and blood. Everyone serves a need here. That prickle in your spine is telling you something. The way your ears can hear so much more right now, that’s your brain, that raw, unevolved part of your brain, just trying to keep you safe. They always say listen to your gut. You know why? Because you know more than you want to, deep down. Keep facing inward, keep facing the light, don’t – no don’t – look behind, into the dark. Your body knows already what eyes might reflect the firelight from out there, in the dark. You’re gut feels already that you’re not so very safe. So let’s close the circle. Take my hand. Feel the press of our fingers against the bones and tendons and muscles of one another’s hands. Keep hold. Let’s go together.
By Hannah Moore4 years ago in Horror
The Witch House
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was the first time I’d seen it since I was a child. My family had always owned it; it happened to be on land my father bought after he married my mother. My parents were hardly the type to entertain tales of the supernatural, and thus the legends of the cabin being “haunted” or home to some to some malevolent entity were laughable to them. I was barely aware of the cabin, until in elementary school, when some of my classmates began to giggle about the ghost stories surrounding it. Some kids called it the “Black Cabin” because of its stacked stone facade the color of bonfire smoke. Most kids however, called it the “Witch House,” because of its supposed inhabitant. It went without saying that a “witch” lived there, but what that “witch” actually was, was never elaborated on by the school children. There was no cauldron or broomstick ever mentioned, nor a wart-nosed, cackling woman. The witch was simply an embodiment of all things spooky and scary (or as much as could be imagined by the innocent mind of a child). The mythos of the Witch House was always a bit murky but one thing was agreed upon: when the candle in the window was lit, the witch was home.
By Kyle Manzione4 years ago in Horror
Within the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its constant, unmoving flame went unnoticed for days. The worn gray timbers of the cabin groaned painfully, deep within the withered fingers of the forest.
By Mason Allan4 years ago in Horror
Molly has come home!
Molly has returned home! The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window”. Molly had awakened with a jolt it was like something was calling her, but she had no idea what it was in her dream she could see this candle burning. It was a very old, dilapidated cabin like it had been there for a very long time from a long time ago when things in the world we're much eviler and not as simple as they were for her today. She had been having this dream for years every since she was five years old. She did not know why she had this dream, but she knew there was something dark and sinister there something that called to her something that made her question her reality. And she could feel it the darkness it's surrounded her.
By Tracy Worsham4 years ago in Horror
