The Cabin Novels & Stories

He says I shouldn’t go out of the territory where I'm safe, which is not wrong. However, it allowed me to discover this shelter that is no longer inhabited while it is still in perfect condition. It even has electricity and running water. I like to go there when I want to be alone. The cabin is made of dark wood with a small porch. The main room contains an old sofa, a light wood table and a kitchenette. A fireplace warms the atmosphere and on either side is a door to a bedroom, allowing each to have warmth in the middle of winter. "The bathroom is at the back, there is hot water and some toiletries." I say as I point to the door.

By nightfall, Raverine and I were done making sure the cabin was safe from ambush. Even with cyberattacks from our devices, Raverine always tries to close all the loopholes he could possibly close. It was as if Raverine moved his investigation room in this cabin within a few hours. If you look at the cabin from afar outside, the cabin doesn’t look occupied since the lights weren’t able to illuminate past the dimmed windows and doors. It was just a haunted cabin like when we came here.

If she had told anyone that Victoria Van Dyke cooked meals and washed dishes years ago, they would never believe it. The cabin had seven bedrooms and six bathrooms and it sat on ten acres of land. An abundant of pine trees around it gave ultimate privacy. In the spring and summer, the large pond with a fountain would be running. In the fall and winter the water would turn to a sheet of ice that shimmered in the sun. Almost every room in the cabin had a fireplace. There was a jacuzzi outside where the large back deck was. It had been ages since they all had been to the cabin. Caitlin missed those d

I still try to hear something, nothing follows, but my heart refuses to slow down. The cabin has four visible rooms - the main living area with the kitchen, and three small bedrooms. The cabin looks so small from outside , I don't know how it looks so big inside - again, it is magic. I proceed to do a thorough search of all the rooms, looking for potential escape routes or hiding places- I need to think ahead. The bedrooms all contain comfortable-looking beds with fresh bed sheets, small wardrobes and I am tempted to sleep in them.

There was a bed on the far wall of the cabin, a sitting area upon entrance, with a fireplace on which meals were cooked, and finally a small bath barred by a thick curtain. A giant box at the foot of the bed carried all necessary bedding items. The sitting area persisted of a couch, armchair and coffee table. There was no television, or radio, or refrigerator. There were two large square windows placed at the front of the cabin, which were currently covered in water droplets from the morning dew. The sun was breaking out over the forest, and the birds were singing in the trees. Miranda noticed a fox trotting through the woods ne

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.

he says, making me laugh. When we walk inside, the cabin is just as cute and authentic on the inside as it is on the outside. There is a cozy couch and a fireplace in the living room and another fireplace with a large king-size bed in the bedroom. There is also a full kitchen and a patio at the back of the cabin with two rocking chairs overlooking the forest. “Let me get our things and then we can go for a run,” he says. “Do you need help?” I ask. “Nope, you just relax. I’ve got it.”

one of the producers announces—a short man with a clipboard who has been hovering at the edge of the deck this whole time, "You'll each be shown to your cabin. Dinner in forty-five.” I stand and stretch my back quietly, looking out at the valley one more time before we're shuffled away. A production assistant walks us to our cabin, which takes about three minutes down a gentle slope through the trees. She's cheerful and points out things along the path like the communal fire pit. I listen. Kael does not. The cabin comes into view through the trees and I think it's lovely. Small and wooden with a little covered porch and window boxes that someone has actually b

Setting a box down Cheyenne looked around at the cabin wondering if she might be better off at her parents. It was clear no one had stayed there in a while. It wasn’t dirty but the air had a staleness to it. The cabin needed to be aired out sooner rather than later if she had any hopes of sleeping there tonight. The cabin was rarely used anymore. Neither her dad nor Nick hunted much anymore. In fact, the cabin had turned into a storage building more than anything else. Cheyenne couldn’t deny the spot that it had been built on was beautiful especially in the fall.

she introduced herself and then extended her hand to her. "Jenny," the young lady replied then accepted the handshake. ***** JENNY immediately surveyed her vision inside the cabin when she entered. Clear and beautiful but simple. Well, she already saw that in the picture when she booked it using a booking app. But it still feels different when you are in the very place already. She could feel the good ambiance of the place that is why she is having this feeling that it will not be difficult for her to move on. It's just a small cabin that is perfect for couples. There are a small living room and kitchen. Complete with necessary appliances and furniture. She en