Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

“Thanks Costin.” I opened the door and found it empty. I was the first to arrive, I looked around the cabin and chose the bed that stood apart from the other two by the window. There was a small bathroom attached at the back with a shower, basin and toilet. I inserted my identification card into the slot above the bed and my name appeared above the slot. I pushed the duffel bag underneath the bed and headed out of the cabin to familiarize myself with the camp. “Grey!” I heard a voice calling and I turned around to scan the crowds. It was admission day and hundreds of people were milling about, finding their feet.

Tyler smiled at the beautiful scenery he saw. “Guys, cabin number extraction time…” Nicole said. “What’s that for?” Monti asked. “That’s for our cabin. It’s a mix so women and men can be together. Only four people are in a cabin, so whoever has the same number means they are together in the cabin.” said Nicole. “Why don’t I know that thing?” Monti asked. Nicole smiled. After everyone pulled out their numbers, Nicole separated them. Monti screamed when he discovered that Tyler and Kent were in the room with him.

I turn around to look for anywhere to hide. The cabin is a little bit smaller than the one me and Lazarus share but it’s obvious that this is the cabin for the captain. It has two doors, one leading to a bedroom and one to a dirty looking bathroom. I go for that door and when I get in I frantically press every button I can to try and lock the door. A small light lights up to show that it is indeed locked and I take a deep breath of relief. I go into the deepest corner of the room and fold myself to a crying ball.

"Of course~ When have I ever broken a promise to you?" Adrian's eyes were completely focused on Claire—he couldn't hear what Zoey was saying at all. Only when he and Claire reached the door did he remember that Zoey had been speaking to him. He turned back. “What did you just say?" "Nothing." Relieved, Adrian turned and left with Claire. After the door closed, Zoey pulled out her phone and searched for flights abroad. Fortunately, there were seats available on international flights for the next month—no need to compete for tickets.

We bow our head slightly as a sign we are leaving and with that we walk out to find this Rui. “Hola senoritas y senor! I am Rui, let me check which cabin is yours.” A young boy, barely fifteen, greets us. He is tanned, has chopped short pink hair, tattoos and a wide smile plastered on his face. His happy demeanor is contagious to us and I can’t help but smile as I see him snatch the envelope out of Laura’s hands. “Ah! You guys have cabin 28, follow me!” He calls out happily and claps his hands. He hands the envelope back to Laura and leads us down the mountain. Our cabin is easy to find, the cabin sight is set up in lanes of ten. The bottom going 1 to 10, the second 11 to 20 etcetera. Rui sa

But my conscience prodded me to find out the truth. What was the cabin number they told me? Yes, DB5055, high deck 9. Should I go there and check for myself? There was no harm in checking. It had been almost an hour since Ted disappeared. Finishing my ice cream, I walked into the nearest elevator to take me to high deck 9. The doors slid open, and I walked out, checking the number on the cabin doors. DB4052, DB4053, DB4054, DB6055..

“Jason has no relatives. We rarely go out of town during the holiday season. But Jason once took me to Mount Baker. That was about four years ago. Jessica was still very young at that time and still often fussy when took to travel far. Then before we got to our destination, Jason invited us to stay at a cabin house near the woods, on the way to Mount Baker. Jason said his grandfather own the cabin and had gave it to him. Jason didn't like living in that cabin, so he rarely went there. But because Jessica was fussy at the time, we had to stop at the cabin for the night before we continued our journey to Mount Baker.” "Where is the cabin?" Calvin asked impatiently. "I don't know where it is. A

They would do. Monday morning came. I kissed the kids goodbye. I kissed Tim a little longer than usual. He smiled and told me to be safe. I promised I would call every night. The drive was smooth and uneventful. The moment I pulled into the quiet resort, I spotted the cabins lined up beside the lake. Ours, Cabin 17, sat just off to the side of the main building. As I stepped out of the car, I saw Dwayne walking out of a side door.

The analyst continued, "Cash transaction. Sale price well above market value, suggesting urgency." Alexander leaned over the screen. "Send me those coordinates. What's the satellite view show?" The image appeared on the main display screen: a cabin nestled in dense woods, a narrow dirt road leading to it, a small dock extending into the lake behind it. And at the water's edge, the unmistakable silhouette of three tall pines, one with a distinctive split trunk. "That's it," Richard said, his voice thick with emotion. "That's our cabin." Victoria, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, conserving her strength during her cancer recovery, leaned forward. "What's the satellite thermal imagin

POV: Lena Moretti The cabin had one bed. Not because anyone planned it that way. Because it was a cabin in the woods with one bedroom and one bathroom and a kitchen that was really just a counter with a hotplate. Naomi had secured whatever was available on short notice and available meant small and simple and equipped for one person, not two.