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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 Still Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one knew why this change happened or who was living there but one thing everyone did know was that no one was supposed to be there. That’s why William “Wilky” Collins; the fearless leader of his three friends, Lacy, Dieter, and Ralph were crouched behind some hawthorn bushes and peeping at this house.
By Erika Ravnsborg4 years ago in Horror
So Shines a Good Deed in a Naughty World. 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. The pale flame stood sentry against the open dark, and lifted curling smoke like prayers towards the ceiling. Across the cabin walls, shadows writhed.
By Rob Gascoigne 4 years ago in Horror
Screams Filled the Night Air
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. "Burn little flame, make me whole, and I can drive people crazy again!" the creature chanted, drawing strength and energy from the tiny flame from the candle burning in the window. "I need some blood," the evil thing cackled, running a lizardy tongue across rotting teeth.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Horror
Only the Wicked Slumber Here
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. If there was a driveway leading through the trees to rundown shelter, even autumn couldn’t disparage the overgrowth swallowing the land in sharp, sturdy branches and decades of leaves. It’s said every now and again a vagrant would squat for a night, with the towns surrounding the lakes and rivers known for rogue campers and hitchhikers, but the local law stopped cleaning up after the place in the late eighties. If last known sightings were between mile markers twenty-three and twenty-four on the scenic highway 49, they didn’t bother following up. The residents spread throughout the Uwharries had no less than an acre distance from the property and were the few people in the forest area worried about double-checking their door locks and armories at night. Knocking on the door and sprinting for your life had become a high schooler’s obnoxious source of bragging rights; however, since Bass mouth Jack’s vanishing after peeking through the cracked door, it had been six years since teens have gone the distance. When the distorted high-pitched snarls frightened a motorist stopping for a piss under the stars, he noticed the candle eight days later, flickering yet unphased. It was the only thing in the report ever known by the authorities about that abandoned vehicle.
By Willem Indigo4 years ago in Horror
The Grey Man
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its sunset-colored glow met the runner’s eyes through naked branches and steady sprinkles of fine snow. She ran this trail every night, religiously, since she moved to Devil’s Thumb six years ago. But tonight, for the first time, she was stopped in her tracks along the trail.
By Phaedra Joyce4 years ago in Horror
The Abandoned Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Nobody dared to live in the cabin. A rumour circulated around these woods that it was possessed by poltergeists. Those who had explored the cabin in the past had never come out.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Horror
I Read A Lot
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window... I grew up near the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey. It is a vast wasteland of forest that remained untouched by early European settlers due to the inability to grow crops in the sandy soil. A person can get lost there. I'm fairly confident many people have. I even heard, among the legends of the Leed's family curse and the Jersey Devil, that the New York mafia used the Pine Barrens as a dumping ground for bodies they didn't want found. Despite being taught to fear the Pine Barrens as kids, we camped in the thick of it with Girl Scouts. Even as a 10 year old scout, I was a skeptic and didn't believe those stupid old stories anyway.
By Elizabeth Arnold4 years ago in Horror
You called on me
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It sat flickering into the dark, deserted and chaotic crowd of bitter trees. The intermittent rustle of the low breeze through the branches were inaudible inside the damp and inhospitable shack. It’s walls oozed neglect and made the air heavy with a thick earthy stench.
By Simon Curtis4 years ago in Horror
