The Cabin In The Woods の小説・ストーリー

The cabin nestled deep in the woods, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of a stormy night, rain tapping against the windows like a secret rhythm. I stood by the fireplace, the orange glow casting shadows over my skin, my oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of my breast. I’d come here with him—my stepbrother, a secret I’d buried for years—seeking a weekend away from our fractured family. The isolation stirred something forbidden, my pussy tingling with every glance he stole, his presence a constant tease I couldn’t ignore.

Just like always. After that I went outside. The cabin sat deep in the Cascades, miles from the nearest road, surrounded by pine so thick it swallowed sound. Snow dusted the ground even though it was only mid-fall up here. I split firewood for an hour, my axe rising and falling in steady rhythm, each swing helping burn off the restless energy still simmering under my skin. My cock stayed thick and heavy in my jeans the whole time, aching every time I pictured her spread out on that bed.

"We're forty minutes from the nearest human. I don't think burglars are a major concern." He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and I followed him inside. The cabin was one large room with a kitchen area on one end, a living space with a couch and armchairs in the middle, and what looked like a bedroom area on the other end. There was a loft overhead that I could access via a wooden ladder, and through an open door I could see a small bathroom. Everything was wood, wood walls, wood floors, wood furniture. There was a large stone fireplace that dominated one wall, and the windows looked out into the forest on all sides. It smelled like pine and old wood and faintly like smoke from fires pa

The safe house was a small, weathered cabin tucked away in a valley surrounded by pine trees, its wooden walls creaking softly in the mountain breeze. Inside, the air smelled of cedar and old woodsmoke, and the only light came from a crackling fireplace and a few dim table lamps. It was quiet—so quiet that Jordan could hear the distant hoot of an owl and the rustle of leaves outside, sounds that should have been calming, but only made the knot in his stomach tighter.

He looked up, and for the first time, he saw the cabin. It was a sprawling, single-story structure built of massive, hand-hewn cedar logs, tucked deep against the granite face of the mountain as if it were trying to hide from the elements. A thin, steady curl of gray smoke rose from a massive stone chimney, cutting a straight, fragile line against the darkening violet of the evening sky. There were no electric lights glowing from the windows—only the warm, amber flicker of candlelight and the orange glow of a fire catching within the hearth.

“Jason has no relatives. We rarely go out of town during the holiday season. But Jason once took me to Mount Baker. That was about four years ago. Jessica was still very young at that time and still often fussy when took to travel far. Then before we got to our destination, Jason invited us to stay at a cabin house near the woods, on the way to Mount Baker. Jason said his grandfather own the cabin and had gave it to him. Jason didn't like living in that cabin, so he rarely went there. But because Jessica was fussy at the time, we had to stop at the cabin for the night before we continued our journey to Mount Baker.” "Where is the cabin?" Calvin asked impatiently. "I don't know where it is. A

Dad hurtled up the stairs and said to me, “Honey, there are some problems dad needs to fix. Tasha will look after you both for a week, be nice. Okay?” “Okay.” Jenny dumped out the plastic puzzle pieces from their bag onto the floor. I darted into the room to play and what the hell! I stood on the dehydrated leaves. The dark sky ripped open manifesting the milky way band. Enormous weeping willows encircled me; edges of their leaves slightly jagged. The wind blew in brief episodes. My 5-years-old body metamorphosed into my present figure; I gripped an unpleasantly serrated rock in my hand, that was about the size of my fist, which I couldn’t recall picking up. I reeked of blood.

Nothing like putting a bunch of people together in a cabin to create some chaos, she thought wryly. The cabin could house up to fifteen people, with seven bedrooms and four bathrooms, a huge living room and kitchen, and a hot tub out back. Constructed solely out of pine, it resembled a log cabin you’d imagine one of the pioneers living in centuries ago—if you didn’t include the indoor plumbing and central heating. Although it hadn’t gotten dark yet, someone had already turned on the outdoor Christmas lights, the colors twinkling merrily.

I am proud of her as she holds in her scream. I move slightly and look around the room they are in and realise where we are. This cabin hasn't been used since Cole's mother and father were killed. As it was their private retreat, a place that allowed them to escape the pressure of running the pack and actually spend some time together with no interruptions. A slight breeze then blows through the cabin and I am hit with a strong scent of sage, pinewood, and exotic flowers, with just a hint of something else underneath. Just then, Austin fights his way through the fog he was hidden in, to growl. "MATE!"

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.