Scary Cabin Stories Novels & Stories

The only thing I wanted was to sleep and hope that my day ahead was more peaceful than the last but I was only met with ghoulish nightmares that didn’t want me to wake up. I rubbed my arm to ease the pain and I stared at the door and analyzed how I would get in and away from this thing that wanted me so much. I concentrated hard until a sudden feeling came to me. The air around me felt compressed and suffocating but my body was all tingly as though something was about to happen. The next thing I knew and saw was the cabin door flying backward off its hinges and I heard myself gasp in surprise. In my mind this was all just a dream but it made me wonder if I could do this in the real world bu

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

Just until I found a boyfriend that my dad liked. My manager, Hilda was supposed to pick me up by nine, this morning, so I had like five hours left. I got up from my bed, wondering how I was going to pass the time as I sluggishly trudged to my bathroom. I suddenly felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and I felt my stomach churn anxiously. I began to look around my room as paranoia set in. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. I felt like someone was here with me and by that someone, I meant the vampire.

Jasmine : can you please follow him Cab man :if am been paid enough I now believe what dad says He is going a very far place cause he is walking normally without showing tiredness Jasmine: I'll paid you well just follow up I get in and he start doing his job About 1 hour later he turn and start walking into one bush the cab man stop and said this is fars he can go so i drop off, pay him , and start following him Thing start getting strange while the bush usually get thicker and now am getting scared I give up and turn back to start going back home But am wrong Actually I start getting scared when am seeing different types of bone What scared you most is seeing what your mind can read as deat

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

I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster. If that scanner passed over me, my identity would be exposed instantly. I forced a cough and pretended to feel sick, then I rushed upstairs and hid in a bedroom. Thankfully, the scanner missed me. But I needed to find the ragdoll and get out of there as fast as possible. This place was far too dangerous. That night, a storm rolled in over the forest. Rain fell in thick sheets. Everyone was forced to stay one more night in the cabin. And that night felt even worse than the last.

That's why he'd chosen an old SUV as his escape vehicle. "No," she replied. "Then, you're in for a treat." She frowned. "Not sure a 'treat' is what I'd call this. Are there bears?" "Yes, and rumors of cougars." She shivered. "Relax, Whitney. They don't prey on humans. They are closer to harmless than the men who broke into my house." That seemed to sober her up. Finally, they reached the cabin. She gasped. "It's so tiny."

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

Maybe she was inside the cabin. The guy had been so scared since he saw Grey when he ambled inside. He tried to hide it in his voice but his widely opened eyes , and the sweating of his palms said it all. “ We didn’t know what caused the chaos, but there’s a building I saw and all the stuffs were hidden there. It’s mysterious that people get attacked when they get close to the cabin,” he held his breathe, glance at me and back to Grey in tension. “ Some get turned, and some dies.” he dropped his gaze, gasping for air lowly.