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Bulbous Eyes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Emily dumped crushed up beer cans into a garbage bag as she tidied up. Everyone else was asleep, the smell of smoke and liquor hanging in the air of the old cabin like drunken wishes and empty promises.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton4 years ago in Horror
Wick's End
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This wasn’t quite common to see for Park Ranger Berit, not many people went this deep into this part of the woods, but it has happened. Lost hikers would take shelter, teens would use it as a place to party. Spending 30 years in these woods, he’s seen a thing or two, but a single lit candle in the middle of the night was odd. Berit walked up to east side of the cabin and looked into the window. He could only see the candle sitting on a single wooden table. He furrowed his eyebrows.
By Michael Bryan4 years ago in Horror
HELL HALL
Darkness choked him. It choked him every night. There was nowhere left for him to run. Solitude, loneliness, and fear loomed in the air as thick as morning fog. Where could he go to hide? He jumped into bed, clutched the covers up around his neck, wedged the blanket under his feet, and prayed for comfort from the watchers, ghosts, unseen visitors, monsters, and those unwanted and uninvited specters that always come from the other world into the room where he slept. They invaded his will, his mind, and his soul. Eyes filled with piercing vapors and encircling flames stood by his bed one again. Fearing the faintest touch from them, he flinched as if electricity leaped from the wall socket of its own will onto the bed. Unspoken words from childhood prayers stood at the gate but refused to be spoken. Needing a release to fight off the creatures from some niche forgotten by the world, Scott, a man now eighteen years old, took his normal last available escape from the torment covering him. Seeking to retain his sanity, grasping sleep, a form of release, or so he thought, he rode the familiar reserved seat on a fast-moving beam of light that thrust small spiral-shaped shards into uncharted regions where, if one wasn’t vigilant, arms of the aggressor would seize the living light unwilling to relinquish the flame of one’s soul.
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Horror
The Night The Woods Went Silent
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The dull light casting out of the dusty and cobweb-filled window was enough to cause all life in the woods to just suddenly stop all the creatures in the wood, dead in their tracks.
By Natasha Morozov4 years ago in Horror
Tales from the Jar
The Girl The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Since that night the girl had continued to visit the cabin, the mysteries inside pulling her back night after night. With a sharp pop she dislocated her thumb, she barely flinched. Tugging, she removed her hands from the chains that bound her to her bed and slipped off into the night.
By Brittany Taylor 4 years ago in Horror
The Long Weekend in the Woods
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” The Scout leader began the story in a hushed voice. Around the campfire, a dozen Scouts sat hunched on wooden benches in a wide circle. Some roasted marshmallows with sticks from the surrounding forest. Others cracked jokes and jostled quietly with one another. A few gazed into the coals of the lively fire with vacant eyes, tired from a day in the woods and on the water.
By Hans Pohai Müller4 years ago in Horror
Potter's Cabin
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window." The flame from the campfire crackled. Scout Master Henry Thompson looked around at his troop. Ten pairs of wide eyes stared back at him. " You may have heard the stories about Troop 49, before. You may have heard them called the lost troop. You may have thought they were just a story to keep young scouts in line, but they were as real as you and me. And many believe they saw a candle burning in the window of the cabin the night they disappeared." Henry looked over his shoulder glancing nervously at the woods behind him. Then lowering his voice, he continued.
By The Invisible Writer4 years ago in Horror
