Cabin In The Woods Novels & Stories

"There's a set of four cabins that Clement owns deep in the woods. It's very isolated. They'll bring us clothes and supplies but will be a few hours behind us." "We'll be safe there?" “We should be. The forest has thick foliage and very diverse predators. So people don’t venture in.” "I can't believe this happened," she said, climbing into the passenger seat. She struggled for a second, practically landing in my lap, offering a perfect distraction to my troubling thoughts. "What are we going to do if they upload the video?" “We will do everything to make them not upload it. If they do, we will find a way to have it taken down, along with pictures. But if that is not enough, I don’t know.”

She walked for a long time before she appeared in the woods where there was a cabin. She hurried into it and shut the door tightly behind her. The room was scanty. The old fashioned cushions blended perfectly with the ancient rug on the floor. She made her way to the table at the side of the room and turned on the lantern. The light illuminated the materials on it; an iPad, a burner home, a router, a telephone and a computer. The cabin was deep in the woods, so it was no surprise her phone had no network. Moreover, Cheyenne was hoping she'd come across a werewolf. Any werewolf.

I’m alive. My vision struggles to come into focus as I raise my heavy head, taking in my surroundings. Wood floors, log walls, and bland, impersonal furnishings. I’m in a cabin, and if the logo emblazoned on the throw pillow resting on the couch to my right is any indication, it’s one of the guest cabins at the Cedar Ridge ski resort.

"You think this is enough? You think a few bandages will fix this mess?" "Dad, that's enough!" I snapped. "They did everything they could." "Get the fuck off the property, the both of you. You can use the cabin, but I can't be this close to you right now," he spat. The cabin. It was located on the other side of the territory, fifty miles north, in the dense woods that had spilled over from the nature preserve. It was secluded, peaceful. Very little to no cell reception. It was perfect.

He punctuates the end of his sentence by turning off the truck and I jump out of the cab. But the time I stop at the front of the hood he's grabbed our two bags from the back and holds the key in one hand opening the cabin door. Our cabin is what you would picture at an old day camp where parents always send their kids in the movies. It's a log cabin, nicely put together with a beautiful little porch jutting out from the front. Windows with short curtains block the view inside, but I follow Elliot in and find a one-room cabin with a large bed, small kitchen with a mini fridge, and a big plush leather couch in one corner. These men sure enjoy their leather.

So I was left alone. It was a small room for an individual alone. A wooden bed, a little table, a cabinet, and a bathroom. It was cozy, just like I wanted. I inspect all the drawers and found enough clothes. I dreamt of having a room like this, something I can call mine. This room is really mine. It falls to my taste. How come they knew what I like?

Jasper took me shopping for a few warm outfits and other necessities before we headed off to a cabin in the woods that he claimed was a hunting cabin. “What kind of hunters come here?” I asked as I inspected the spectacular great room. “This looks like it belongs in a magazine devoted to the lifestyles of the rich and famous.” “It is nice, isn’t it?” he said with a grin. “I promise. It’s used as a hunting and fishing get-a-way.” “Someone saw you coming, buddy,” I chuckled as I removed my heavy sweater and kicked off my shoes,” I said. “You don’t like it?” he asked as he pulled me onto the leather sectional and cuddled me close.

My cabin wasn't far from the packhouse,it was a thirty minute walk but I felt I was running out of time,I had to make use of the cars parked outside the packhouse. No one owns the car,I mean it can be used by anyone, at any time and anywhere. Getting to my cabin,it has been swallowed by cobwebs and dust. The stupid servant I assigned to my cabin was nowhere to be found. “Maybe she was scared of staying alone in the woods”. My wolf said exactly what was going on in my mind. I single handedly built a cabin in the woods, because there's so much peace to experience. I don't like being around toxic people,or people enjoying when they aren't supposed to.

We’ve been hunted before; I will not dismiss these instincts. We finally arrive at the cabin, a quaint little house nestled deep in the woods. It’s secluded, surrounded by dense trees that offer a semblance of protection. As I step out of the car, the cold night air hits me, sharp and biting. I scan the area; my senses are heightened, but everything seems quiet. Too quiet.

Part of me was scared if Axel was ever to find us. And that we were just… forgotten. We found it just before dusk, a shape tucked between thick trees, half-covered in vines and shadow. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. But Amber saw it too. A cabin. Not a grand one. Just a single-room wooden structure with a slanted roof and a broken porch step. The door was hanging crooked on its hinges, creaking slightly with the breeze. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in years.