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Back From Death
Hello, my name is John, and I am an auto driver. Day or night, whenever I get a lift, I move where it informs me to go. But one day, such an incident happened to me that even if I remember him, I get shaken. Because that night I will probably never forget in my life. But today I will tell you the whole situation of that day and what happened to me.
By kanchan chauhan4 years ago in Horror
The Grey Lady
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Will froze still in his tracks, spotting the candle’s faint spark of light scattering through the gaps of the silhouetted pine trunks from a far. The only light guiding him through the forest since morning was that of his torch and the small cracks of moonlight fighting their way through the branches above. Though Will had been walking since the early hours, the shielded, eerie landscape of the Romanian forest barely allowed any daylight to enter at all. Will searched through the thick, dense flora in hope to find his friend Michael, or at least a clue that would lead him to his whereabouts.
By Chelsea Williams4 years ago in Horror
The Faces She Wore
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I stopped, out of breath. Snow swirled around me, the flakes in front of the window reflecting the yellow light. I’d been hoping to enter the cabin for a bit of warmth, a break from the vicious wind and snow. I’d used the cabin before as shelter on my winter camping treks in the north woods, but tonight it appeared someone had arrived before me.
By Joel Arnold4 years ago in Horror
Guardian of the Innocent
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Mr. York was not surprised to see the light. For the last several minutes he had felt drawn to the area and figured it had something to do with the cabin. Still a few hundred feet in the distance, he wondered what he’d find inside.
By Ben Shepherd4 years ago in Horror
Time Share Portal
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A naturally curious couple exploring the autumn woods while taking photographs of the fragrant fall scenery, become intrigued like moths towards the flickering flame decide to wander over to see who has moved in.
By Dixon Kiddo 4 years ago in Horror
October 31st!
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. There were six of us. We dared to enter at our own risk. We’d planned this night for weeks. October 31st 2000, the scariest night of the year. It were a full moon and we were all ready to pull out the ouija board and contact the uncontactable.
By Nadine Halliday 4 years ago in Horror
Burnout
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Emily stared at the flame for a moment, then went to relax on the old sofa. She’d needed this getaway more than anyone could know. When her friend Laura had mentioned her uncle’s estate was selling the property for a steal, Emily jumped at it. Her own personal retreat was just what she needed! She hadn’t had a vacation in as long as she could remember. Oh, she used her vacation hours, but there was never any real vacation. Those hours were spent running errands or taking care of someone else’s needs, never hers. She felt her eyes glisten and clenched her jaw. This isn’t a pity party trip; this is for me to relax and unwind, she thought angrily. It felt like she was always angry these days. She could scarce remember a day when she wasn’t pissed at something or someone. It’d been years since she felt lighthearted, had energy or hadn’t walked around in a perpetual state of weariness. She’d worked as low-level management for a large health system for almost a decade. During that decade the all-consuming needs of everyone and everything around her had crushed the heart and soul right out of her. She’d quipped many times over the years that she felt like she’d been told to “make bricks without straw,” referencing the Bible verse in which overworked enslaved people had their work made impossibly hard. She realized that was a ridiculous analogy and an insult to people who’d suffered through slavery, but she couldn’t think of any other way to express her frustration at the time. She made a good salary, and she was grateful for the style of living it afforded. It was the never-ending pressure and futileness of it all. On other rough days, she’d add an image of Sisyphus to her email signature, signifying that she too felt like the mythical man doomed to an eternity of pushing a boulder up a hill. She didn’t have a stereotypical high-stress job like a nurse or a doctor. Her stress came from the fact that there was never any respite from it. When funding cuts and downsizing hit the system, her team was cut in half. As the manager, she was the only person that was salary and the only option to absorb the extra operational hours needed to keep things going. Besides, she was the only one over her tiny department, and if anyone had any questions, she had to be available. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was another call from the hospital, another mundane question that could be easily investigated, yet staff always decided to call her. After all, she’d stressed so many times that she was happy to always be available. What was she supposed to say? I’m off work, please don’t call me? That sounded heavenly, but wasn’t practical for the survival of her department, and she feared any perception that she was unavailable would threaten her job security. There were too many people depending on her for her to take such a risk. She answered the question with a fake smile and feigned delight in being able to assist and hung up the phone. Instantaneously, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Then she heard it. The almost imperceptible whisper that urged her to shut it out. Shut it out. You can’t listen anymore. It’s too much. She wasn’t sure if it was all in her head or she’d actually heard an external sound. She’d developed tinnitus years ago, and the incessant ringing always increased with her stress-induced hypertension. No matter, she decided to enjoy a glass of wine and a good romance novel. She opened her favorite bottle of Malbec which waited ready on the coffee table then settled in for some self-care. The phone rang again, with a different staff person asking the exact same question. Just as she’d done a thousand times, she took care of the caller and hung up, feeling wearier than ever. The whisper returned, this time incessantly repeating it’s too much…
By JD Gallegly4 years ago in Horror
The Perfect Match
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Johnathan lit the other candle and blew out the match. Everything was going exactly as planned. Lydia was going to be so surprised! The little old cabin was a bit rustic, but it had everything he needed except a refrigerator, and vital to his weekend’s agenda – it was remote. It was imperative that there be no interruptions, not tonight. He glanced at his watch, ten minutes after eight. She’d be there any minute! To keep from pacing nervously, he performed a mental check to ensure he hadn’t missed anything. Tonight, had to go off without a hitch. Gourmet meal, check. Romantic candlelight, check. New Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed, check. Two bottles of Lydia’s favorite wine…ice chest…tr…Johnathan’s mental inventory was interrupted by the sound of tires on gravel. His pulse quickened as he quickly smoothed his freshly pressed blue button up, the one Lydia said made his eyes look bluer than the ocean. This was the night he’d been waiting for! Everything depended on tonight. Everything! There was no future for him without Lydia and he needed tonight to go his way. Jonathan took one deep breath to gather his courage and opened the door. Lydia had just gotten out of her Uber with her overnight bag and waved happily as she shouted from the driveway, “Hey Babe! You get tired of waiting?”
By JD Gallegly4 years ago in Horror
