Horror Cabin 소설 & 이야기

Surely the owner advertised these as some sort of elegant retreat from the city. Maddox decreased the speed and then stopped them right in front of the cabins. When he parked, he helped her get off the bike. She swallowed her nervousness. “Thank you.” “Did I drive too fast?” “Oh, no.” Camille scanned the space. “Your heart was booming most of the ride.” “I have an anxiety disorder.” “Oh.” He widened his eyes. “How do you feel now?” “Fine. . .I think.” She took in the first cabin. Hearts had been engraved in the windows’ shutters. Several rustic chairs were positioned in the front. Burnt logs and rocks in the center, suggesting the men had put a campfire there.

Well, that could be a probability because all I remember from last night was that my friends and I decided to give into a dare to stay out in the woods till after midnight. Not just any part of the woods, but the part that was marked out as forbidden from trespassing. There's an abandoned cabin out there that was burned down some twenty years ago, and it's believed that it's occupants died in the flames. A few weeks after that incident, a hunter who happened to be stuck in a storm out in that area took shelter in its ruined remains. He claimed that he was attacked by the ghosts of the cabins' occupants. A man with hair so long and skin so smooth, you won't tell it's a man until he spoke to y

No mistakes stemming from carelessness or panic. The voices had been coming from my left, so I carefully left the stand of trees, slipping from trunk to trunk and making sure I didn’t step on any brittle fallen branches half-buried in snow. After about twenty yards, a cabin came into sight. The silver SUV was parked in front. The cabin couldn’t have been more than five hundred square feet, with a wraparound porch sporting broken railings and weathered boards. It was exactly the kind of place you’d choose to murder someone in.

With that thought, he passed into sleep, unknowing their lives will be changed soon. …………. A cabin in the woods stood on a dark road under the pale moonlight. The place was so silent that every single breath taken could be heard in the wind. “Thud,” a sound echoed in the quiet cabin, and a body fell on the floor. Even though the place was dark, his eyes scanned for something. The person took one step at a time, striding forward. “Let’s go,” a silent voice and scary eyes looked around. Immediately, they ran out. The person shot everyone who showed up with a gun in one hand and a log in the other. They all ran out to the lonely road, scared they would get caught.

I hurried on. I spotted the black outline of a small, but defiant pine forest. This place was unique in that it could still survive the bitter cold of the Wilds. There were strange tales of this place, but I had no time to think on them now. I had built a secret cabin in there, simply because I found it exhilarating to spend the night in that haunted forest. It would be a good location to hide the werewolf, provided that Tor didn’t whip the truth out of me. I sprinted across the forest and looked out for the frozen lake where I had constructed a crude house out of fallen logs. From a distance, you couldn’t see the cabin hidden underneath thick branches filled to the brim with pine needles.

Cole crouched and started to draw on the sand. “I have a small hunting cabin here,” he said as he drew two houses separated by water. “I spend a lot of time there because it is manageable and visitor friendly. I was nursing a gunshot wound. I needed food delivery and stuff. I figured it would make more sense to stay there. That was where Alexander’s men got me. The cabin Jason is speaking of is on the other side. Electric wire fenced, boobie-traps, — name it. I have it there to protect the place from trespassers and mostly because I didn’t want many people knowing it was mine. You should hear the ghost stories delivery guys tell me about the place. The only way in is through the water or by

It was there that Blondie and his men led them, as they climbed the porch steps and entered through the front door. The interior of the cabin was much larger than she had expected with high, slanted ceilings and burnished wooden floors. It would have been light and airy if not for the Gothic decor, everywhere were intricately carved ornaments and furniture, depicting demonic figures and scenes. The thick drapes were drawn, completely blocking any light from entering and painting the inside of the house in shadows. Ornate lamps, placed throughout the room, were the only source of light but even they, struggled to dispel the gloom.

Hilda barks at her. The old log cabin is thick with dust and cobwebs, filled mostly with herbs, crystals, and strange trinkets. In the corner, a shelf holds glass jars packed with bones, flesh, and other grim items. Half‑burned candles give off weak light, leaving shadows in the cabin’s corners. Ravens perch wherever they can, flying in and out through the open window, their black feathers scattered across the floor. “I am desperate,” the woman cries. “If you can’t help me, then I might as well just die! So kill me now if it is your wish.” The young woman pulls back her hood, revealing purple patches of skin all over her body. Horrible bruises.

He moved like a ghost, his breath misting in the cold air. As he reached the crest of the ridge, the cabin came into view. It was more terrifying in person than on the satellite map. The glass walls glowed with a faint, amber light, making the house look like a lantern in the middle of a graveyard. He could see the dark shape of the SUV parked in the turnaround. Toby crept closer, his heart hammering in his ears. He reached the perimeter of the clearing and crouched behind a massive cedar tree. He pulled out his binoculars and focused on the upper floor.

I do not take it off. The new safe house is a cabin at the end of a logging road, surrounded by pines so thick the sky disappears. It is smaller than the last one, older, the wood grey and weathered. A wood stove sits in the corner. The windows are small, high up, too narrow for a person to squeeze through.