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Blue Eyes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light shined dimly in the dark woods, even though it was only an apparition. The cabin and the old stone stairway were the only things “Blue Eyes” McGee had loved. He put his blood and spirit into both when he built them in 1896. The cabin came into disrepair and had collapsed after Blue Eyes had perished, falling from the bluff, like his other victims. Only the foundation remained and was used to build another shack, which was now also deteriorating upon itself. The old stone stairs remained almost forgotten, winding up the side of the bluff to the top.
By Ryan Conner4 years ago in Horror
Black Kids Don't Camp
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This is said to be a tool used to ward off evil in the old days, as a single candle burning in a window is a symbol of surrender. Authorities said that Sodderwall went on to kill all those who stayed in an unlit cabin according to this superstition, and THAT son... is why black kids don’t camp!” My mom said to me as she read an old article she found about Camp Ta’Xet-Tia. I kept hearing it replay in my head. Thing is, she’s so old school. “Black kids make a tent out of the beds in their room or set up a tent in the backyard.” She says as she prepares dinner. “Yeah, but mom, both times we did that… we had to come in at 10pm.” “Uh, yeah, why would we sleep outside?” she asks. “THAT’S THE POINT OF CAMPING!?” I rebutted, loudly. “Who are you yelling at?” “No one mom. I’m sorry. I just… I really want to go, and you have to sign the permission slip. Dad won’t do it.” “What so important about this trip? It’s called Camp Toxic Tea?, right?” “The entire freshman class is going, and I’d be the only one NOT going. And it’s called Camp Ta’Xet-Tia.” She makes a weird face. “It’s native American. So… what do you say? Will you sign?” “When it is?” “This Friday, it’s for the weekend.” “A whole weekend? You should’ve led with that. I’ll sign it right away!” she says jokingly. “Yeah, yeah.” “DEMARCO!” my name is yelled loudly. Must’ve been memory daydreaming again. I swear if I’m not re-living a memory in my head, I’m living a fantasy. I look around the bus, and it’s our gym coach, Coach Kerr. “Did you hear me? You’re in the cabin #13.” He says, holding his clipboard. “Got it.” I hate when my name is said out load. I mean, I don’t care about race, but you can just TELL mine by my name. I’m the only black kid here. I mean, Hector is Puerto Rican, but this is Arizona, that’s to be expected, I guess. He’s far from the only one. My dad got a good job out here back in the winter and we moved here. Coming from Detroit, this is very different. “Yo’, we’re in the same cabin bro.” says Hector. “Cool, I brought my Switch so we can play Smash later if you’re down.” I responded. Hector unzips his bag slightly to reveal his switch. “Always down.”
By T.D. Riyan4 years ago in Horror
The Black Lake
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. John let out a sigh as he blew out the match; the errant flame extinguished as it nipped at the tips of the bare fingers of his otherwise mittened hand. It was still Summer, but the mountain air carried an increasingly distinct chill as nightfall fast approached the remote, sparsely wooded hillside.
By Matthew Wheal4 years ago in Horror
Descent in Limbo
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Clarence had passed by the oak cabin a thousand times. The structure was sunken after its thirty lonely years. It lived on a small lot that was darkened by overgrown tree branches and grasses that danced eerily on windless nights. Clarence's parents' house was a ten minute drive away. He had passed by each day for eighteen years on his way to school. Yet like all quiet and unlikely things in his life he had allowed it's presence to become a customary backdrop to his superior and fascinating life. Tonight the light burned like a growing thought in the recess of his mind and before he knew it he was pulling his old Buick into the brush he reckoned was a former driveway.
By Jessie Foley4 years ago in Horror
A flicker of fear
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At a distance, the flame could be easily mistaken for a firefly, of which the area surrounding the decrepit structure -- and the nearby Vandeventer Shelter -- was in abundance of on this humid August night.
By James Sprague4 years ago in Horror
Mr. Grim
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Mr. Grim had returned. The local serial killer who’d been missing in obscurity for almost seven peaceful years was back in his wretched childhood home, among these very woods. The towns people coined him Mr. Grim because like the Grim Reaper, once he sees you, you’re dead. He’d brutally butcher, bludgeon, pound or strangle anyone he so laid his eyes on; improvising his instruments of death based upon mere convenience. They say his father was an abusive alcoholic who would make him undress and beat him bloody with a switch, then lock him out of the house, forcing him to sleep in the frigid cold fields, here, just yonder. His mother was a schizophrenic who never uttered a single word, not even to defend her son when his cries filled the cabin, the thoughtless lashes ripping through his skin, piercing through his heart.
By Shelbi Billingslea 4 years ago in Horror
Moth to Flame
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The silent, distant glow wasn’t noticed for a time until Danielle asked Tyler, “What’re you staring at cutie?” Her airy voice oozed into his ears as she entwined her fingers around his.
By Aaron Thompson4 years ago in Horror
A Killer Bargain
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I actually saw it myself when I hiked up here last year. The cabin isn't far from where we are now, tucked away maybe a quarter mile north of the last trailhead we passed this afternoon. It's well hidden, but I did finally locate it and can assure you it's out there.
By Brandon Phifer4 years ago in Horror
The Thirteenth Holder
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Pastor Nate had been sitting on his green Coleman chair to deliver the opening line of his story, his head intentionally pointing groundward so that none of the youth group campers could see his face. He paused for dramatic effect, the sound of the snapping fire before him the only music to challenge the vibrant songs of the crickets and peepers surrounding them in the White Mountain Forest. Nate raised his head slowly, a sinister grin on his bearded face, and continued the story, slowly scanning the eyes of the ten fourth graders encircling the fire. He clearly had their attention.
By D.P. Martin4 years ago in Horror
Wilderness Guide
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." After a long, strenuous trek up the mountainous terrain, the two hikers were excited to relax by a campfire and listen to a story from their wilderness guide.
By Brandon Phifer4 years ago in Horror
The Slaughter
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jonathan was the first to point out this odd revelation to the rest of his family. Being only a boy of five, he saw the candle burning as a wondrous opportunity to explore. His parents, on the other hand, looked at that candle burning with horror. They knew all too well what happened in that cabin the last time the candle had burned there.
By Nova Scape4 years ago in Horror
Side Gig
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Driving down the disused road toward the cabin was a grey SUV, dodging fallen tree limbs and near pond-sized puddles. Its headlights finally shone upon the wooden fence post that signaled the walking path toward the lonely cabin.
By jason grace4 years ago in Horror
