Melissa Benson
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Pravus
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Anna couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had stumbled across the dilapidated shack so many times, although it had always been during the day. These woods were popular with the locals, especially during the summer. Camping families, hunters, fishing tournaments at the lake that cut through the forest a mile or so away…and of course, the infamous ghost stories and other creepy encounters that people have eagerly shared over the years. Stories of strange sounds in the night that included everything from laughing children and the voice of a crying woman, to unearthly animal shrieks and growls. Stories of people going into the forest and never coming out. One thing that every story had in common, though, was the fact that every person recalled the feeling of being watched while in the woods. Of course none of this was actually proven, and the stories were now just spooky tales that people told around the campfire to scare each other. Yet, the stories still had an effect on people. Those who were there for the day made sure to leave before the sun went down, and campers made sure to stay close to their campsites. There were plenty of stories about the cabin, too. Even though the abandoned shack had completely deteriorated, and there was no way an actual person could take up residence in such a derelict shelter, that didn’t stop all of the farfetched stories and theories people had about the place. That somehow, whatever was happening in these woods, stemmed from the cabin itself like it was an evil gateway of some kind.
By Melissa Benson2 years ago in Fiction