The Haunted Cabin in the Woods

The sun was setting as I pulled into the driveway of the old cabin in the woods. I had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, ever since my friend, Ben, had told me about it. He had said that the cabin was supposedly haunted, and I was eager to see if there was any truth to the rumors.

The cabin was small and rustic, with a dark wood exterior and a moss-covered roof. There was a single light on in the window, and I could see smoke coming from the chimney. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

The air was cold and damp, and I could hear the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. I walked up to the front door and knocked. A moment later, the door opened and Ben stepped out.

"Hey," he said. "Welcome to the haunted cabin."

I smiled. "Thanks," I said. "I'm excited to be here."

Ben led me inside the cabin. It was small and sparsely furnished, with a few old chairs, a table, and a bed. There was a fireplace in the corner, and a pot of stew simmering on the stove.

"I hope you're hungry," Ben said. "I made stew."

"I'm starving," I said.

We sat down at the table and ate dinner. The stew was delicious, and I quickly forgot all about the rumors of the haunted cabin. After dinner, we sat by the fire and talked for a while.

"So, what do you think?" Ben asked. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "I've never seen one, but I've heard some pretty convincing stories."

"Well, you're in luck," Ben said. "Because this cabin is supposedly haunted by the ghost of a woman who was murdered here many years ago."

I shivered. "Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," Ben said. "Her name was Sarah, and she was only 16 years old when she was killed. They say that her ghost still haunts the cabin, looking for her killer."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't really believe in ghosts, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit uneasy.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed," I said. "I'm exhausted."

"Okay," Ben said. "I'll see you in the morning."

I went to the bedroom and got ready for bed. As I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the story of Sarah. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I finally drifted off to sleep, but I was awakened a few hours later by a noise. I sat up in bed and listened. I could hear footsteps coming from the living room.

I got out of bed and crept to the door of the bedroom. I slowly opened the door and peered out into the living room. The fire was still burning in the fireplace, and I could see a figure standing in the shadows.

I couldn't make out the figure's features, but I could tell that it was a woman. She was wearing a white dress, and her hair was long and dark. She was standing perfectly still, and she seemed to be staring right at me.

I froze, too scared to move. The woman took a step towards me, and I screamed.

Ben came running into the living room. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I pointed to the figure in the shadows. "There's someone there," I said.

Ben looked at the figure, but he didn't see anything. "There's no one there," he said. "It's just your imagination."

But I knew what I had seen. I had seen the ghost of Sarah.

I ran back to the bedroom and locked the door. I lay in bed, shaking, until the sun came up.

I never saw the ghost of Sarah again, but I never forgot her. And I never went back to the haunted cabin in the woods.

The End