Horror Cabin Novels & Stories

The safehouse turned out to be a huge cabin hidden deep in the woods beside a lake. The second we arrived, I frowned. “This place looks like it belongs in a murder documentary.” Kane grabbed our bags from the trunk. “Comforting.” “I’m serious.” “It’s secure.” “That doesn’t make it less creepy.” He walked toward the cabin without answering. I followed reluctantly. Inside, the house was surprisingly warm. Dark wooden walls. Large fireplace. Soft lighting. Massive windows overlooking the lake. It looked cozy. In a terrifying rich-survivalist kind of way.

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.

“But Dante has taste. This place feels like its own little paradise.” The three of us headed inside, and I gasped at the warmth in the cabin. The scent of pine and cedar swirled around with a hint of smoke. Everything was bathed in warmth. Stained wood decorated the walls, and deep colors accented the feel of the space. “It’s homey,” Chris glances around, his brows knitted, “Kind of expected something more modern.” “It’s a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Shawn muttered under his breath, his hands sifting through a folder on the tabletop. “Looks like we’re in Canada.”

In the middle stood a wooden cabin, from which the sounds of agonized screams were coming. Hearing these cries, Barrett sprinted forward and kicked the hut door open. It was pitch dark inside, so he quickly instructed someone to bring a torch. When the torchbearer stepped inside, Barrett’s gaze fell upon nineteen figures within the cabin. His face went ashen instantly. All of them were completely naked, their bodies covered in numerous scars and cuts. One horrifying injury was particularly disturbing—it was as if… They had all been castrated! The hut was filled with the stench of feces and urine. It was evident they had been drenched in it. Excrement smeared their faces, bodies, and mouths.

Maybe this was the way those female leads in those horror films felt when, instead of running away from the killer, they foolishly looked for trouble. One way or another, she was finding the scent that awakened her curiosity. Not bothering to knock, Lily shoved open the door to the small cabin and stepped in. It was a cramped space, the walls covered with glossy pamphlets proclaiming all the wondrous sights to see on the mountain trail, and one narrow window that overlooked the children's playground and the camping center. At first glance, the place looked empty, but Lily didn’t miss the cigarette smoke that hung in the air. She moved to the wooden counter at the far end of the room, where s

In case we came across any other wolves or lycans My men will keep watch. Her heat should last a few days. I’ll be by her side the entire time. I’ll do whatever I can to keep her comfortable and safe. We turn heading deeper into the forest. The cabin comes into view as we head up a mountain. It’s a two-story log cabin. A large wrap around porch with smoke coming from the chimney comes into view. I make it up the porch stairs to see Hansel and Leena. The door opens as I give a nod of thanks to them both.

By the time his cabin came into view, the air already carried a chorus of excited yips and deeper, spine-shivering howls. His cabin, little more than a single long room with a central chimney and big hearth, was laughably rustic as far as the pack members were concerned. He had used human-style insulated windows, though, and had a lycan-tech generator for power. He had left the lights off tonight, though, and the moonlight that bathed the cabin lit it blue-white, making it seem like it was… Oh, shit. Glowing. Finn’s pulse kicked, because he knew from past experience that it wasn’t the cabin doing the glowing. There was a vortex forming in the standing stones!

Sitting back, I watch his smiling face out of the corner of my eye. The rest of the ride is quiet disregarding Jeremy and Eva's horrible singing and stopping to take group pictures at the welcome sign near the end of it. It's around 9 when we get to the cabin and everybody is excited to not be stuck in the metal box for a second longer. We hop out and Derek tosses me the keys to the cabin. First off, no, it's not the little rusty ass cabin like the ones you see in horror movies. It's two stories, well kept and amazingly decorated.

Ximena pointed to one of them. "Hey, you'll rest here tonight. No matter what you hear, do not leave the coffin." Something told me tonight was definitely not going to be peaceful. Sleeping alone in a coffin did not sound appealing. If anything, one human and one ghost together felt safer. Seeing Ximena lie down in her coffin fully dressed, I climbed in and lay down beside her. "My dear husband?" Her terrifying ghost face suddenly appeared inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to speak. "Ximena, on a night like this, how could I let you stay alone?"

Selima gasped, pointing through a gap in the trees. Up ahead, in the middle of a perfect circle of huge, old oak trees, sat a cabin. It wasn't exactly the ‘rustic-chic’ Airbnb I’d pictured, but it was amazing. It was made of massive, dark logs and seemed to be built right into the side of a grey stone cliff. It looked like it had been part of the mountain forever. And standing on the front porch, looking like she was the queen of the woods, was my worst nightmare …Zelly.