The Cabin In The Woods の小説・ストーリー

I needed distance. --- I pulled out my laptop and opened an incognito tab. The cursor blinked as if waiting for me to justify this madness. Remote lake cabins for rent. I hit enter. A hundred options. Most of them looked like horror movie sets. I scrolled until I found something that felt... peaceful. A cabin near a lake in upstate New York. Isolated. Wood-paneled. Surrounded by forest. It looked like the kind of place you go when you want to disappear. Perfect.

Astrid Meredith's hideout was a place of quiet seclusion, nestled deep within the heart of the forest. The cabin, constructed from weathered wood and stone, blended seamlessly with its surroundings, almost as if it had grown there naturally. Thick vines and moss clung to the exterior, giving it an ancient, almost mystical appearance. It was a place where the modern world seemed to fade away, replaced by the timeless rhythms of nature.

The cabin is two hours north, deep in the woods. We don't talk during the drive. There's nothing to say. My father just tried to kill all of us. The cabin is small but sturdy, built of logs with a stone fireplace. It's isolated, surrounded by trees, no neighbors for miles. "There's a well for water and a generator for power," Ethan explains as we go inside. "Food in the pantry, firewood stacked outside. You should be comfortable here." "Thank you," I say. "For everything." "Don't thank me yet," Ethan says. "Thank me after you win the challenge."

“You better not let him hear you calling him that.” He casts a glance over his shoulder and an expression of horror crosses his face. And for a second I nearly believe that Dayne is behind us. “Don’t be silly. Anyway, who’s cabin is this?” I ask as we emerge through the forest and into a small clearing where a small, one-story log cabin stands. It’s very fairytale-esque and I can’t help being a little jealous of how cute it is. “Savannah’s.” “Oh, that’s nice.”

There was a pause ,then he continued "There is a cabin. You can clean your feet, take something to wear, and leave when you are ready." "I do not need your help." He turned his head just far enough that I could see his profile. "That is not what your feet say." I hated that he was right.Then,I followed him. The cabin was small and old, tucked between two massive fir trees like the forest had grown around it on purpose. Inside, it smelled like cedar smoke and something faintly chemical ,maybe of gun oil. There was a table, two chairs, a fireplace that still held warm coals, and a shelf lined with medical supplies that seemed out of place in something so rough.

I would’ve rolled my eyes if my eyeballs weren’t currently freezing. Mysterious psychopath. Rain crashes harder around us as the trees suddenly begin to thin. At first, I think I’m imagining it through the storm. Then lightning flashes across the forest. And for half a second, I see it. A cabin. Barely visible through the rain and towering pines. Dark wood. Small. Hidden so deeply within the forest it almost disappears into the mountain itself. Relief hits me so hard it’s nearly embarrassing. Damon adjusts his grip on me slightly before heading toward it without slowing.

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.

For a twelve year old who had just been abandoned by her Mum in a world that had nothing in common with the one she had been living, it was more than overwhelming. Everyone thought she was going crazy, so maybe that was where the crazy in “Crazy Mowgli” came from. She was found on multiple occasions talking to herself and begging who no one could see to stop tormenting her. She would cry her self to sleep most nights only to be awaken by the constant litany of voices only moments later. So for the long months until she mastered how to silence most of the voices, she knew nothing about sleep. Silencing the voices was a necessity that required a desperate measure, but for how exactly she was a

I eyed William and he seemed to be in about the same state as I was, cold and tired. Finally the howl was close, my heart was pounding in my ears. Brad seemed to push on, having endless energy from somewhere. I suddenly smelled smoke, like a wood burning fireplace. My head whipped all around, as did William’s. Then, in the thick of the woods there stood a small cabin. It couldn’t have been more than 400 square feet. Someone did live out here, I’ll be damned.

Gamma Ashley After miles of searching, we came across a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere, it looked worn and abandoned and the perfect place to keep someone, hostage. Most of the windows are boarded up and the old-style porch that's running around the entire cabin has missing planks of wood and the support rail is pretty much hanging off. Yeah, this place hasn't been lived in for a very long time. Jack sent a couple of warriors ahead to scout out the area around the cabin before we arrived, and thankfully there only appear to be 4 wolves standing guard outside although we don't know how many are inside.