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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.
Little Timothy
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Timothy nervously stands facing his large bedroom window. Pushing himself onto the tips of his toes, he grips the side of the frame while clutching the soft edge of his nighttime blanket. The peculiar light had attracted his attention when he woke from his slumber. At first, he had only noticed the warm and damp sensation in his bed. “Oh no” he thought, “Not another accident! Mommy won’t be happy”. Timothy had recently turned 7, and his mother had made it expressively clear to him as he blew out the 7 small candles on top of his chocolate birthday cake that he was now a big boy and couldn’t continue wetting his bed like a baby. Taking this conversation gravely, from that point on, every evening, Timothy made sure to use the bathroom right before bed, and whenever he woke up in the night. It had been months since he had wet the bed, so when he felt the familiar warm puddle, he was disappointed in himself.
By E.M Simond4 years ago in Horror
My Enchanted Cabin
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years but one night a candle burned in the window. In the tall weeded area in the North of Parallel Forest, antlers rose in front of the window and framed the candle like a portrait. Then came her face. She was beautiful, with rosy pink cheeks and blue beaded earrings hanging from the antler tips. And she runs off.
By Aubrie babb4 years ago in Horror
Shallow Grave
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Ethan eyed the window suspiciously. He has passed by the cabin many times while hiking in these woods. It was one of the landmarks he used to keep tabs on where he was. This cabin was in the middle of nowhere. Half of it had collapsed in on itself, the roof dipping down into what used to be the kitchen. It had ten square windows with rounded tops, all of which had broken panes of glass that had turned brown from grime. The wood of the cabin has taken on an earthy look, with moss, mold and vines growing over the logs and trim. Even a small tree was growing up out of the floorboards in the back of the house, taking the place of the staircase that used to lead to an upper level that did not exist any longer.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
The Candles
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The man walking past the cabin tried to calm his breathing, but it was like something was caught in his throat, eating at his brain. His mind was racing as fast as he was, and the forest path passed in a blur. In nervous huffs, he made his way out of the confining forest and onto paved cement where he trotted apprehensively to the cabin porch of the local sheriff. He shook his hands out, but that didn’t placate the tremors as he gripped his fingers into a fist and knocked on the door. It was the dead of night, so the man had to knock again, and then once more before the knob turned.
By Marya Pettingill4 years ago in Horror
Welcome Home
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Despite how long it's been, the cabin still looked good as new. It had a white exterior with accents of blue to match the sea that was just down the road from it. The round windows in front were new and gleaming, and the white door with the decorative trim even had a welcome sign hanging from it. I abandoned this cabin long ago when I was a teenager. I remembered that I didn’t want to step foot in that cabin again. It was only really used for vacation purposes anyway, so it was easy to avoid. But now that I needed a place to stay, this cabin was the only thing standing between me and the streets.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
Suspenseful Mystery Stories That Will Keep You Guessing
It’s no secret that mystery is one of the most popular genres in literature today, and it has been for centuries. Maybe that’s because we all like to play detective and try to solve the puzzle before we finish the story, or maybe it’s because humans are naturally curious about the unknown and what lies behind closed doors. Either way, if you want to read some suspenseful mystery stories that will keep you guessing until the very end, then here are three of my favorites from the past few years.
By James Robert4 years ago in Horror
Followed
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “Someone lives there now?” my little girl asked, her raven curls bouncing as she pointed excitedly. No one has lived there for years. My daughter and I pass by the dilapidated cabin often, since it was on the way to the end of the road where her bus picks her up for preschool. It has always been dark, and no one has been in there. At least, not since we have been living where we are now. But there was indeed a candle glowing in one of its broken windows. The candle was tall and yellow, and it had the brightest orange flame.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
The Kids Clubhouse
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This cabin was seated back along the tree line on the property across from Lawrence’s house. Lawrence has been living here for the last forty years, living alone and retiring here away from the city. Not many people were around here, only a few neighbors that lived acres away from Lawrence. There were more chickens and cows around here than there were people. But once in a while. Lawrence would see hikers, travelers and visitors come by and a few would stop and peak into the old cabin.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
Three in a Row
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside the cabin, Louis sat with his knees tucked against his chest just beneath this candle, backed up impossibly close to the moldy wall. He dared not stray from the flickering candle’s tragically short range of glowing light. The rest of the cabin lay before him engulfed in an impossibly inky black darkness. It was the kind of darkness that seemed to swallow everything, and any noise seemed muffled. Louis vaguely recalled that outside had been a clear starry night accompanied by the full moon. But none of that light was present now.
By Killoran Mazur4 years ago in Horror
