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The Train Game
"Shit," the man muttered, bringing his hand to his temple. There was a sharp pain in it, which felt like the symptom of a lack of sleep even though he had just risen from unconsciousness. He looked around at his surroundings, finding himself in a wooden room which was not lit at all. Feeling himself moving at what he could tell was a high speed, as well as the sound of clacking metal, he was able to determine that where he was was actually a train car. The man approached the side of the car, expecting to find a door of some kind, which he did, though it was impossible to move.
By HN Alptraum4 years ago in Horror
One Way Ticket To Hell
*Choo-choo, choo-choo, chooka-chooka, choo-choo* A rumbling of a train wakes me up out of my sleep; my eyes begin to gently open and I realize I’m inside of the train. My heart drops inside of my chest, “How did I get here?” I utter to myself; “You don’t know how you got here either?” A gentle voice shouts from behind me. I turn around and it’s a beautiful girl, her eyes seem to light up the whole train. “No, I don’t know how I ended up here.” I over explain; she gets up out of the seat she was sitting in and makes her way to my aisle. She sits next to me, “What’s your name?” She gazes at me; for a moment I didn’t even realize what she said. When I realized she asked me my name I noticed I didn’t even know. I just simply shrug, like it’s no big deal. I can’t help but feel calm around her. “There’s something wrong here..” She quivers; I look around, I see two other people beginning to wake up. I see a man in a beanie stretching his arms out; he then jolts his head side to side. “WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I?!” He wails; the woman beside me gets up and moves towards him. “Hi, do you know your name? Or do you know anything about your past?” She investigates, but with a gentle and sweet voice. I look at him and he’s shivering, “N..No I… I don’t remember anything.” She looks at me and I can see how impaired she is, so I walk over to them. I caress her shoulder; “Do you know who you are?” She shakes her head yes and she whimpers, “My name is Claire, I’m seventeen. Before I fell asleep I was laying on my living room couch watching cartoons. Now I’m here.” “How old do I look?” I query; I know I sound about 20, but who knows. She caresses my face; I close my eyes and I feel myself gently falling into her hand. “You look like you’re about my age.” She giggles; All of a sudden I hear “ALRIGHT, WEIRDOS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” Claire removes her hand from my face and she looks over her shoulder. We both look at the pale, angry, middle aged man; “Do you know your name? Or your life story?” She asks, “I don’t have to explain my life story to a thing. What the hell are you anyway?” He boasts; “Calm down, dude. We’re all confused right now.” I hiss, he gets out of his seat, he stomps towards me. He gets so close to my face that I smell his horrific breath. “What did you just say to me LITTLE BOY.” He chastises, I roll my eyes. Everything in me wants to end his life; “Take a step back.” I demand, he comes even closer. Fiery began to arise inside my heart, I took my thumbs and gouged them into his eyeballs as hard as I possibly could. “AHHHHHHHH, NO! WHAT THE HELL!” He yelps, joy embeds my soul as I rip his eyeballs out of his skull. I take my thumbs out of his face, I look at my hands and I see that his eyeballs are stuck to my fingernails. His screams become muffled as I watch him bleed out and fall on the floor. I start to smile… CLAIRE. I look to my left and Claire's gazing at me. I can’t tell if she’s scared or amazed, “AHHHH, AHHHHH, MY EYES! MY EYES!” The man continues to cover his face and heave, seeming as if he’s running out of breath. “I’m.. I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t know what came over me.” I flick his eyeballs off of my nails. I stare deep into her eyes, trying to find fear. “I don’t mind a little blood.” She gives me a menaced smile, she reaches her hands out for my bloody and sticky hands. As we hold hands I look over to the man with the beanie; I see him shivering even harder. “Wh…What is tha… that creature? And…And what’s wrong with you?” I became perplexed; what creature is he speaking of? “Huh? What creature?” I wondered, “The creature you’re holding hands with.” I look at Claire, her beautiful smile, her pretty clear and smooth skin. “I’m not sure what you mean.” I get closer to the man with the beanie; “Are you calling this beautiful princess a creature?” I grunt; he hops in his seat and he wraps himself into a ball. “N..No. I’m..I…” I interrupt his banter, I grab him by the V line of his shirt. I looked over to Claire and somehow she opened the platform screen door. “Throw him out of here.” She grins, I drag him towards the opened door. He’s kicking and squirming but that didn’t stop me from pulling him. He kicks me in my gut and I finally have had enough; I make my way towards his torso. I pin his arms down on the aisle floor, I begin to head bump him so hard that I bash his skull. He finally becomes unconscious, I continue to drag him out of the moving train. By the time he begins to open his eyes he’s already in between the doorway, I push him out and all I hear him say is “AHHHHHHH!” A smile from ear to ear, I look behind me to stare at Claire. She’s nowhere in sight, I look above me and I see a huge, long, skinny, and bald figure. It’s hanging above me like a spider, my heart begins to fall down to the floor. “Who…Who are you?” I tremble, “I’m you.” It cackles, it jumps down from the ceiling of the train. It’s still crawling like a bug; It pounces on me. “I’m just kidding; it’s Claire, silly.” It gives me a sinister gin. “Don’t you remember me?” I can barely breathe; “Why do you look like this now?” I quiver, “I’ve always looked like this. You’re in hell and I’m a demon. You were the only one who saw a beautiful girl because you are the most evil; this was all a test.” I try to breathe in and out, but it feels like my heart is missing a beat. “Why don’t I know who I am?” I investigate, Its wide face and sharp chin gets closer to my face. “You all wanted to lose your memory before you came here. You all were ashamed of who you were on Earth.” The demon reveals; “Who was I?” I question; “Do you really want to know?” It says in a deep and terrifying voice. I nod my head yes, “You were actually sixty when you died. You used to kill any woman who looked like your first love, Claire. All the memories begin to come back to me; tears fall down my face. “What happens now?” I gulp, “Unlike the others you’ll have a slower, and more painful death.” The demon grabs me by my shirt and hangs my legs out of the train, I look up and there’s sharp blades outside of the train.
By Nala4 years ago in Horror
One sin, zero regret
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That's what happed when we moved to a place among pine trees, the cabin was very comfortable, and it had an air of mystery as if there were secrets kept under lock and key, I never discovered them.
By Emilly Hipolito4 years ago in Horror
Face Thief
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Night after night the candle would burn from midnight until dawn. When the first signs of the sun would peek through the trees the candle would flicker out. It had become a local legend and kids would dare each other to watch the light spark to life. The large ravine separated the cabin from the nearest path, so the onlookers could never get close to the cabin. No matter how long people watched, they never saw anyone go in or out of the cabin
By Benjamin Boyd4 years ago in Horror
Lone Flames and Old Smoke
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Was the first sentence in Bethany’s tale. It was her turn to share a ghost story with the other campers. They had already heard stories about little siblings who can crawl across ceilings and exams that remain blank no matter how many times you write the answer. All terrifying, but Bethany had a story to share that would really freak out the girls.
By Chy4 years ago in Horror
Happy Birthday
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Julia was walking close behind Tasha pretending not to notice it as they walked up, and all the chatter on the other side of the door. When she opened the door it fell silent. Julia went in first. Then the candle started to move towards them with a low hum.
By Andie Ngeleka4 years ago in Horror
Paulsey
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one had dared to visit because it was haunted by a ghost of a woman who was killed by her husband. This man was very controlling who had anger issues and easily became jealous. He was known for domestic abuse after it was found out his wife was cheating on him by having a scandalous affair with a business partner who was in landscaping. The place was old and rusty with spiderwebs hanging from the ceiling, creaky wooden floors, etc. Hidden deep in the woods literally in the middle of nowhere with no WiFi. So, even if you were in danger or wanted to call for help you had no luck. The saying is true that “there is nothing like a woman’s scorn” and this lady took vengeance out on her husband who took advantage of other helpless victims. She could not Rest In Peace until there was justice. Also, there was a kidnapping of high school students who dared enter the forbidden premises. Each was attacked in a different way with pain and torture. There was a lot of blood shed. For example, one drowned in a near by lake. They disappeared without a trace never to return home. The place was eerie and reaked in rotten death.
By Tracie Sperling4 years ago in Horror
When the Flames Go Out
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was quickly followed by a dozen more, the flames flickering dimly in the darkness, only visible from the village for those who cared to look for them. At this time, hours before dawn, not even the graveyard shift paid any attention to the woods. Everyone in the peaceful village remained blissfully unaware of the events to come.
By C. L. Edwards4 years ago in Horror
Blue Eyes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The light shined dimly in the dark woods, even though it was only an apparition. The cabin and the old stone stairway were the only things “Blue Eyes” McGee had loved. He put his blood and spirit into both when he built them in 1896. The cabin came into disrepair and had collapsed after Blue Eyes had perished, falling from the bluff, like his other victims. Only the foundation remained and was used to build another shack, which was now also deteriorating upon itself. The old stone stairs remained almost forgotten, winding up the side of the bluff to the top.
By Ryan Conner4 years ago in Horror
Black Kids Don't Camp
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This is said to be a tool used to ward off evil in the old days, as a single candle burning in a window is a symbol of surrender. Authorities said that Sodderwall went on to kill all those who stayed in an unlit cabin according to this superstition, and THAT son... is why black kids don’t camp!” My mom said to me as she read an old article she found about Camp Ta’Xet-Tia. I kept hearing it replay in my head. Thing is, she’s so old school. “Black kids make a tent out of the beds in their room or set up a tent in the backyard.” She says as she prepares dinner. “Yeah, but mom, both times we did that… we had to come in at 10pm.” “Uh, yeah, why would we sleep outside?” she asks. “THAT’S THE POINT OF CAMPING!?” I rebutted, loudly. “Who are you yelling at?” “No one mom. I’m sorry. I just… I really want to go, and you have to sign the permission slip. Dad won’t do it.” “What so important about this trip? It’s called Camp Toxic Tea?, right?” “The entire freshman class is going, and I’d be the only one NOT going. And it’s called Camp Ta’Xet-Tia.” She makes a weird face. “It’s native American. So… what do you say? Will you sign?” “When it is?” “This Friday, it’s for the weekend.” “A whole weekend? You should’ve led with that. I’ll sign it right away!” she says jokingly. “Yeah, yeah.” “DEMARCO!” my name is yelled loudly. Must’ve been memory daydreaming again. I swear if I’m not re-living a memory in my head, I’m living a fantasy. I look around the bus, and it’s our gym coach, Coach Kerr. “Did you hear me? You’re in the cabin #13.” He says, holding his clipboard. “Got it.” I hate when my name is said out load. I mean, I don’t care about race, but you can just TELL mine by my name. I’m the only black kid here. I mean, Hector is Puerto Rican, but this is Arizona, that’s to be expected, I guess. He’s far from the only one. My dad got a good job out here back in the winter and we moved here. Coming from Detroit, this is very different. “Yo’, we’re in the same cabin bro.” says Hector. “Cool, I brought my Switch so we can play Smash later if you’re down.” I responded. Hector unzips his bag slightly to reveal his switch. “Always down.”
By T.D. Riyan4 years ago in Horror
The Black Lake
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. John let out a sigh as he blew out the match; the errant flame extinguished as it nipped at the tips of the bare fingers of his otherwise mittened hand. It was still Summer, but the mountain air carried an increasingly distinct chill as nightfall fast approached the remote, sparsely wooded hillside.
By Matthew Wheal4 years ago in Horror
Descent in Limbo
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Clarence had passed by the oak cabin a thousand times. The structure was sunken after its thirty lonely years. It lived on a small lot that was darkened by overgrown tree branches and grasses that danced eerily on windless nights. Clarence's parents' house was a ten minute drive away. He had passed by each day for eighteen years on his way to school. Yet like all quiet and unlikely things in his life he had allowed it's presence to become a customary backdrop to his superior and fascinating life. Tonight the light burned like a growing thought in the recess of his mind and before he knew it he was pulling his old Buick into the brush he reckoned was a former driveway.
By Jessie Foley4 years ago in Horror