Hypnos Cabin Novels & Stories

“We’re out in the middle of nowhere. The closest store is a gas station but we’d have to go back down to go to it. I had the house stocked so we wouldn’t need to leave until we go back. There aren’t any other stores for at least another hour.” I nodded my head. I didn’t want to say something that would have him pushing away from me. The road became smoother as we drove into a clearing. We drove for a few minutes before a beautiful second-story A-frame cabin came into view. There was a wrap-around deck that had a barbecue grill, an outdoor dining set, and a hot tub out front. The jeep came to a stop in front and Viktor got out without another word. I opened my door and the thoughtfulness that

A state of the art projector was located overhead and the screen was already drawn, ready for the presentation later. They were currently in Tactica’s Base Two, a private compound located in the southern part of Hypnosia City. This facility would take a forty-five minute trip to reach. It also served as the training ground for their protection staff and housed some of them as well as their investigators who didn’t want to be drowned in the city noise. Their data collection base was also located here, so, this place was private and secured from prying eyes both offline and online.

It looks like the setting of a horror movie, or a memory I’ve tried to suppress. "Are you sure about the floorboard?" Cole asks. "He used to hide my birthday presents there," I say. I’m staring out the window at the familiar peaks. "He called it the 'Vault of Secrets.' I thought it was a game. I didn't realize it was training." We reach the cabin at sunset. It’s a small, weathered structure painted a fading, peeling red. It looks abandoned. The windows are dark, reflecting the cold purple sky. We get out of the car. The silence up here is absolute, broken only by the crunch of our boots on the frozen ground. Cole stays close to me, his hand resting on the small of my back as we reach the por

It lay face down on the center table, a black, lifeless monolith that no longer exerted any gravity on his life. "There’s a small airstrip about thirty miles from the cabin," Jaxson said, his voice breaking the long, heavy silence. He didn't look up from the charts. "It’s maintained by a private contractor. We’ll switch to a snowcat from there. The road is impassable for anything less than a tracked vehicle." "And the cabin?" Liam asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

"We're up there for four nights, right?" "Yeah. We drive up tomorrow, have that night to get settled in, then we have three full days, and we leave on Wednesday." "Where is the cabin, exactly?" Jana pauses her packing to think. "I'm sure Daniel said it was up at Hauls Creek. You know, where all the nice cabins are?" My brows furrow. "Hauls Creek? Like, as in, Lovers Creek?" Jana's smile fades. "It's not called Lovers Creek, that's a different Creek."

“I’m right here with you.” Surrounded by the dreamlike haze of hypnosis, Chase hesitated again, until he felt something—small, gentle hands reaching for his. A faint white glow shimmered before him, drawing him forward like moonlight through fog. He pushed open the wooden door. A light, fresh scent—like spring grass—floated out. Inside, the cabin was nothing like he feared. It wasn’t dark or cold. It was warm… elegant… almost romantic. Bamboo blinds filtered the sunlight, and thin gauze curtains swayed like mist in the quiet air.

"He is the peace between our houses. The silence in the storm." "He’s a vegetable in a cardigan, Silas. Let’s not romanticize the kidnapping," she shot back. The car lurched as we reached the plateau. The cabin appeared out of the fog—a brutalist spike of cedar and glass perched on the very edge of a sheer drop. It looked expensive, isolated, and entirely lethal. There were no neighbors for twenty miles. No cell service. Just the wind and the crushing weight of the Wolfe name.

If you didn't know it was here, you would walk right past it. “We’re here,” Helios says, pushing open the wooden door of the cabin. It doesn't creak; obvious signs that the hinges are well-greased. “Get inside.” The interior is surprisingly clean and warm. Not like I even knew what I was expecting. A small hearth sits in the corner, and the air smells like dried pine and old paper. Toby drops heavily onto a wooden chair by the table. “Finally somewhere to rest after the journey from the South,” he groans, stretching his arms. “Now, who is making dinner? Because tracking a Fae and an Omega all afternoon has made me starving.”

He wanted to make sure whether or not it was being worn by a person, but the only thing he saw was the hook of the hanger that was on the clothes rack. Once again, he lowered the flashlight, and this was when he thought it best to run away. Below the polo shirt he saw that there was a long black skirt… But there were no feet! To be continued… ++++++++++++ This haunting seems to get more and more intense as we go along, dear reader. Make sure to come back to The Supernatural Spa to find out what happens next. So until next time, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Goodnight and fare thee well...