Witch Cabin Novels & Stories

They do a sweep of the property while Vanessa and I unload the supplies we picked up on the way. Inside, the cabin is rustic but comfortable. One bedroom, a small kitchen, a living area with a stone fireplace. It reminds me of the first vacation Vanessa and I took together, that weekend in Tahoe where we barely left the bedroom. "This is nice," she says, dropping her bag by the door. "Cozy." "It'll work for a few days while we figure out our next move." I start unpacking groceries. "You should eat something. You barely touched breakfast." "I'm not hungry."

The next part of our day turned out to be a trip to Kate's Beach Cabin. The cabin, which was more like a mansion, was located in the small town of Wayfair, a little to the north of the city. It was one of the Van Acker's humbler properties and we went there when we wanted to get away from the real world. We spent every fourth of July and several hot days of most summers at that Cabin. It was one of our favorite places for small weekend getaways. It was almost two hours away from the city but we didn't mind the drive. For some reason, the cabin seemed oddly dark. Usually, Kate informed the staff that we were coming and they took care of everything else. So this was odd.

My breath fogged the passenger-side window as I stared out, each landmark unfamiliar, yet somehow ominously quiet. Davis finally spoke. “We’re close. Just up this road.” I looked at him. “Have you used this cabin before?” “Once,” he said. “After things went south with the lab. It was a place to disappear, not heal. But it’ll do for us now.” We turned onto a narrow gravel path that wound through the woods. Trees closed in around us, their bare branches clawing at the gray sky. When the cabin came into view, it looked like it had been dropped into the clearing by accident, old, worn, but solid.

My team even took third place one time. The cabin is located a comfortable biking distance from downtown and on one of the many lakes in the area. I'd spent a week at the cabin nearly every summer of my life. It was a cute three-bedroom place with a large sunny living room. The private dock was perfect for launching kayaks, fishing, or floating on inner tubes.