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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.
His Gentle Symphony
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sven, the caretaker for the Barkson’s estate, had just walked up to the stairs and noticed the glimmer to his left; twilight made it difficult to ascertain until he was upon it.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Horror
The Before-After
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. We were told as kids to never go to the abandoned cabin, but they never told us why. The unspeakable horrors that dwelled in there, how entities would kill you.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Horror
The Shadow
Present Day Liz “The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window…” My grandfather trailed off, his eyes glazing over as his memories overtook him. He was uncommonly lucid today, a welcome change in demeanour for a man slowly losing the battle against Alzheimer’s. It had been four years since his diagnosis and little by little, each visit I had with him became more and more about reminding him of who I was and, worse, who he was.
By Ripley Wrong 4 years ago in Horror
Trapeze
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. William waved the dull flame off the splintered match in his hand, making his way back towards the shaky table. Every time Sophie removed her bottle of beer the uneven legs would fight for balance.
By CJ Francis4 years ago in Horror
Wendigo
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Of course, Melanie didn’t know that it had been abandoned or spare a second thought for how strange it was that a single wax candle burned in the window even though there was no one else around. No one other than herself, and her fiance, Nick. Even if she did know, at that point, she might not have cared. Melanie and Nick had been hiking for hours and it was getting dark. With each passing minute, the sun sunk lower in the gloomy winter sky. Her feet hurt. Her legs and fingers were numb from the cold. She was exhausted and angry at herself for insisting they go on the therapist-recommended retreat that lead to the predicament they found themselves in. Possibly even angrier than she was at Nick for cheating on her in the first place.
By Alethea Cho4 years ago in Horror
The 'Last Supper'
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle, much like the man who lit it, was a lingering piece of history, which had been all but swallowed by the flow of time. Few still living remembered how to use manual implements anymore; and certainly not one as antique as a candle.
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Horror
The candle in the window
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." I was camping with my scout troop, and we knew the cabin existed but had no clue what lay in store for us that night. As the night wore on, the wolves howled an eerie sound, something we had never experienced when camping in this area before,
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Horror
A New Direction
“It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be left alone; lest sleeping abnormalities wake to resurgent life, and blasphemously surviving nightmares squirm and splash out of their black lairs to newer and wider conquests.”
By Peter Schmidt4 years ago in Horror
Help Me, Save Me.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The grimy wax base held a meek and wispy flame atop a singed wick, unfazed by the extent of the space it was intended to brighten and churning on with its own inferior will to exist. I felt compelled to reach my hand forward and snuff out the fickle thing. To watch the flame crumble into nothingness between my nimble fingers and embrace the sudden, plunging darkness. The pain would be fleeting with a light so insignificant. I knew that if I did it quickly, there wouldn’t be enough time to process if I were afraid. It was just there, within arms reach. Still, I allowed it to continue its taunting. I suppose a part of me wasn’t ready to be consumed by the shadows just yet.
By Mesha Bolton4 years ago in Horror
