Uncle Will's Cabin ~ a horror one-shot
May 29, 2017 21:40:46 GMT -5
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on May 29, 2017 21:40:46 GMT -5
For the best experience, read in the dark, alone.
Uncle Will's Cabin
I have a story that I think I'm finally ready to talk about, but no one else will listen. So, I've decided to try it here. Hopefully, at least somebody here will believe me.
Okay, so to start off, this happened about a month ago with my friend, Preston. And for background, I'm a 16 year old female, and Preston is 17. We're best friends, practically siblings by this point. This experience that we shared made us all that closer, too.
One month ago, Preston and I were playing video games at my house when my dad asked if I wanted to go and see my Uncle Will for the weekend; he lives way out in the forest. I asked if Preston could come along since I didn't want to be out there with only my uncle. As a 16 year old, that could get pretty boring pretty quickly.
He said it was fine if Preston's parents were fine with it. Two days later, all three of us were heading down to my uncle's cabin. It was a fairly uneventful trip, though, after two hours in the car, it was great when we finally arrived at the gravel road that was Uncle Will's driveway.
The last time I had been up here was when I was 11, before Preston and I met. I didn't remember much except the tall oak, maple, and pine trees surrounding everything and looming over me. Plus, my uncle's fat, basset hound dog. The trees were exactly as I remembered as we drove up the long, winding driveway.
Preston and I both gazed out our windows, exchanging words about how thick the trees and undergrowth were. You could hardly see 30 yards into the forest before it became a wall of wooden trunks and tangled thorn bushes.
When we pulled up to the cabin, my dad said how Uncle Will would be so happy to see me, and to meet Preston. I only half paid attention as I leaned over to Preston's side of the back seat to look out his window at the cabin.
The building itself was small and half covered in vines. It looked rather unkempt with the porch half falling apart, the vines overtaking a good portion of the wall that faced us, and what looked to be deep gouges in the wooden walls themselves.
"This place doesn't look too friendly," Preston said to me, giving me a small frown. He always was more of a chicken and cautious, while I was adventurous and curious.
"It's fine. I'll admit it could use some work done to it pretty badly, but my uncle is a really nice guy," I tried to reassure him while simultaneously brushing off his worries. However, when I looked at this house, none of it looked how I remembered it. Then again, what I remembered was a nice, new log cabin, and it had been a good five years since the last time I'd been up here.
We all got out and grabbed our bags for the weekend. As we walked the few yards to the front door, I noticed that upon closer inspection, the wood on the porch didn't look like it was falling apart. It looked like it was being demolished. It seemed odd that my uncle would be taking what I remember to be a really nice porch and tearing it apart, but whatever. That was his business.
I felt a nudge on my arm then form Preston. When I asked him what was up, he pointed to the gouges in the wall. "Do those look like claw marks to you?" His voice had a worried tone.
I looked to where he was pointing and shrugged. They did honestly look like claw marks, but they were really long and deep. Not wanting to freak Preston out too much, I just simply said it was probably a bear, even though that would have had to have been a really big bear to make those marks. They were about as thick as my finger and maybe an inch deep.
My answer didn't do much to keep Preston from freaking out a bit, but luckily my uncle came out at that time, answering my dad's knocks on the door.
Uncle Will was a big man, tall but really round with a thick, brown beard that had to have been at least a foot long. He was wearing a red plaid shirt and blue jeans with mud at the bottoms. He pulled my dad into a hug and then did the same to me. I hugged him back, but I had to stop myself from gagging on the super strong scent of pine he gave off. At least it wasn't BO or something, right?
After my hug, he grinned at Preston. "And who's this young man?" he asked with a deep but bouncy voice.
"My best friend, Preston," I answered, and he gave a polite smile and 'hello.' It wasn't long before he, too, was pulled into a giant bear hug.
My dad said his goodbyes to us then and got back in the car. We waved as he turned around and drove back down the twisting gravel road, soon disappearing around a bend, behind a bunch of trees and undergrowth.
"Come in, dinner's almost ready. It's deer burgers," Uncle Will said happily and lead us inside. The cabin looked in a lot better shape inside than out. The furniture was nice, mounted animal heads hung on the walls, guns were on display practically everywhere, and the smell of pine and cooking meat filled the air. I noticed there was no dog anymore, and when I asked, Uncle Will's smile just fell and he simply said that she had died. The look in his eyes totally changed, as did his tone of voice. It was almost like he wasn't telling the whole truth but didn't want to talk about it.
I didn't press anymore, and instead Preston and I were shown our rooms - two, small guest bedrooms that were right next to each other. We unpacked and ate when the time came. Sometime during dinner, Preston spoke up about the claw marks on the walls outside.
My uncle got that same look in his eyes like when I asked about his dog... His expression became sort of hollow of emotion. "A bear tried to get in," was all he said and then dropped the subject. Preston and I exchanged weird glances at each other, but I shrugged it off and so did he.
After dinner, I asked if Preston and I could go exploring in the woods for a little while. Uncle Will said that was fine but to not go too far and come back before it got dark. He gave us both big bowie knives before he would let us leave, saying it was always a good idea to have a knife or gun on you out there.
That seemed pretty plausible given that there were bears and coyotes out in these woods. Though, knives wouldn't do much to fend off a bear. Either way, we headed out, knives tucked away safely in supplied sheaths around our waists.
We headed further into the woods around the back of the cabin. There, we found a thin trail that actually cut through all the brush, so it honestly seemed like the only way to go. Me in the lead, Preston and I started down the trail.
"I don't want to go very far if there are bears here," Preston said from behind me. I could just tell he was thinking about the claw marks on the walls.
I rolled my eyes and stopped to turn to him. "We'll be okay. Will probably killed it anyway. Besides, I've been in the woods a few times before, and if you see a bear you're supposed to make a lot of noise so you don't surprise it. They'll usually just run away." I patted his shoulder a couple times and then smirked, adding, "Don't worry. I'll protect you, Princess Preston."
He frowned at me but in a more ornery way and gave me a light shove. "Shut up."
I laughed and so did he. Feeling better about the situation, we continued on following the trail. It wound around like the driveway, going in practically every direction at some point. Eventually, it opened up to a small clearing. Green grass grew, but the trees just abruptly stopped and actually formed a perfect circle. Being the curious girl I was, I stepped onto the grass and went out to the middle of the clearing.
"Lana, I've got a bad feeling about this. Let's go back," Preston called anxiously from behind me.
When I turned, I noticed he hadn't come into the clearing with me. He stood nervously right where the dead leaves met the grass, oddly enough stopping as if some invisible force kept the leaves from entering the clearing. Furrowing my brows, my eyes swept the entirely of the grassy area, and not one fallen leaf was in the clearing. Okay, weird.
A little more uneasy but not completely deterred, I went back to Preston and grabbed his wrist to pull him into the clearing with me. He protested a bit but came in, and we ended up lying in the grass together and just watching the clouds.
I don't know how, but we managed to fall asleep for a few hours, because when we woke up it was dusk, just turning night time.
I was the first one to wake up and noticed the stars appearing in the almost black sky. In an instant, I was wide awake and shaking Preston awake. He woke with a jolt and sat up quickly, frantically looking around and then at me. When he realized how late it was, he started to panic.
"We gotta go, now!" He stood up and helped me up but then froze. His green eyes widened with absolute fear, fear I've never seen from anyone before, not even him. It wasn't just the panic from being out late anymore. This...this was an almost primal sort of fear.
"What's wrong?" I asked then turned, expecting to see maybe a coyote or even a bear, but what I saw wasn't even an animal.
Standing at the edge of the clearing was a massive, black creature. It looked sort of like a wolf on its hind legs with shaggy, black fur. Except, it wasn't a wolf. It couldn't have been. It stood almost eight feet tall and had a tail that was more like a lizard's only covered in same black fur. Yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, and it curled back its lips in a snarl to reveal long, gleaming fangs. Then it swiped at the brush right in front of it, clearing it with long claws as if they were machetes.
I stared in absolute horror as it stepped closer and into the grass, glistening saliva dripping from its snarling jaws. It made it a few more steps before I suddenly remembered the knife I had. So, I pulled it out and held it out defensively, my arms shaking uncontrollably.
It...it stopped. Its eyes narrowed at the sight of my knife as it just stood there now, probably calculating its next move. It actually knew what knives were, or at least that they could possibly hurt it. No animal should know something like that. No normal animal anyway...
From behind me, I heard Preston's knife unsheath, too. But, I wasn't going to just stand there and give this thing time to plot its next move. As preston undoubtedly kept his eyes on the creature, I glanced back to find the trial, but...it was gone. The trail was completely gone. Instead, all I saw when I looked around for it was the undergrowth, as if in the few hours we had been asleep, the plants spontaneously grew to cover our way back.
My heart sank. The only way I knew to go was down the slightly sloped, forested mountain, but that didn't mean we'd end up back at my uncle's cabin. We could go on for miles and still be in the woods, in this thing's domain. But, we had no other choice.
I grabbed Presotn's wrist and bolted down the light slope, crashing right through the tangled overgrowth. It didn't take long at all for Preston to be willingly running beside me, my right hand still gripping his wrist and my left tightly around the knife.
Behind us, I heard that thing giving chase. Its footsteps were light, but branches snapped from overhead. Thorns stabbed and scratched our legs as we ran, but neither Preston nor I cared. We were more focused on dodging trees but sticking together, and somehow trying to outrun this thing.
By some miracle, above the sound of blood and adrenaline pumping in my ears, I heard my uncle calling our names in the distance. Following it, I soon saw the lights from his house breaking through the trees.
We ran down towards the lights to find my uncle standing on his torn apart porch with a shotgun in one hand and leaning on his shoulder while he cupped the other around his mouth to call for us. When we broke through the brush, he looked towards us and raised his gun. For a split moment I thought he was going to shoot us, but he quickly called us onto the porch, and the moment we were on it, he fired.
A loud shriek of pain echoed right after the boom of the shotgun. Uncle Will ushered us inside before either of us had a chance to look back at the creature which had followed us the whole way down from the clearing. Once inside, Uncle Will locked the door then scolded us for being gone so long but then pulled us both into a tight hug.
But before we could explain, loud scratching on the walls started. It started from right by the door and then went all the way around the cabin, making a big circle. Uncle Will cursed at it and raised his gun at the windows.
We all saw the creature's head in the window by the door. Its yellow eyes narrowed at us and at Uncle Will's gun before it turned and ran off, not at all caring to be quiet as it crashed through the woods and back up the way it had come.
I called my dad to come and get us in the morning, and Preston and I were soon back at my house in the suburbs. Uncle Will was sad to see us go so soon, but he said he understood, and he had let us keep the knives, too, saying how it was always good to have them.
Honestly, he was so right. Both Preston and I carry these things around everywhere now, and we're both convinced that if we hadn't have had them at the time in the clearing, we'd be dead. We've been doing some thinking, too, and we're pretty sure that a bear hadn't made those claw marks on Will's walls, and he wasn't the one tearing up the porch.
Just take my advice when I say don't be in the woods around dark, don't go without a weapon, and if you hear scratching on your walls, make sure the doors are locked and you have a weapon ready.
Uncle Will's Cabin
I have a story that I think I'm finally ready to talk about, but no one else will listen. So, I've decided to try it here. Hopefully, at least somebody here will believe me.
Okay, so to start off, this happened about a month ago with my friend, Preston. And for background, I'm a 16 year old female, and Preston is 17. We're best friends, practically siblings by this point. This experience that we shared made us all that closer, too.
One month ago, Preston and I were playing video games at my house when my dad asked if I wanted to go and see my Uncle Will for the weekend; he lives way out in the forest. I asked if Preston could come along since I didn't want to be out there with only my uncle. As a 16 year old, that could get pretty boring pretty quickly.
He said it was fine if Preston's parents were fine with it. Two days later, all three of us were heading down to my uncle's cabin. It was a fairly uneventful trip, though, after two hours in the car, it was great when we finally arrived at the gravel road that was Uncle Will's driveway.
The last time I had been up here was when I was 11, before Preston and I met. I didn't remember much except the tall oak, maple, and pine trees surrounding everything and looming over me. Plus, my uncle's fat, basset hound dog. The trees were exactly as I remembered as we drove up the long, winding driveway.
Preston and I both gazed out our windows, exchanging words about how thick the trees and undergrowth were. You could hardly see 30 yards into the forest before it became a wall of wooden trunks and tangled thorn bushes.
When we pulled up to the cabin, my dad said how Uncle Will would be so happy to see me, and to meet Preston. I only half paid attention as I leaned over to Preston's side of the back seat to look out his window at the cabin.
The building itself was small and half covered in vines. It looked rather unkempt with the porch half falling apart, the vines overtaking a good portion of the wall that faced us, and what looked to be deep gouges in the wooden walls themselves.
"This place doesn't look too friendly," Preston said to me, giving me a small frown. He always was more of a chicken and cautious, while I was adventurous and curious.
"It's fine. I'll admit it could use some work done to it pretty badly, but my uncle is a really nice guy," I tried to reassure him while simultaneously brushing off his worries. However, when I looked at this house, none of it looked how I remembered it. Then again, what I remembered was a nice, new log cabin, and it had been a good five years since the last time I'd been up here.
We all got out and grabbed our bags for the weekend. As we walked the few yards to the front door, I noticed that upon closer inspection, the wood on the porch didn't look like it was falling apart. It looked like it was being demolished. It seemed odd that my uncle would be taking what I remember to be a really nice porch and tearing it apart, but whatever. That was his business.
I felt a nudge on my arm then form Preston. When I asked him what was up, he pointed to the gouges in the wall. "Do those look like claw marks to you?" His voice had a worried tone.
I looked to where he was pointing and shrugged. They did honestly look like claw marks, but they were really long and deep. Not wanting to freak Preston out too much, I just simply said it was probably a bear, even though that would have had to have been a really big bear to make those marks. They were about as thick as my finger and maybe an inch deep.
My answer didn't do much to keep Preston from freaking out a bit, but luckily my uncle came out at that time, answering my dad's knocks on the door.
Uncle Will was a big man, tall but really round with a thick, brown beard that had to have been at least a foot long. He was wearing a red plaid shirt and blue jeans with mud at the bottoms. He pulled my dad into a hug and then did the same to me. I hugged him back, but I had to stop myself from gagging on the super strong scent of pine he gave off. At least it wasn't BO or something, right?
After my hug, he grinned at Preston. "And who's this young man?" he asked with a deep but bouncy voice.
"My best friend, Preston," I answered, and he gave a polite smile and 'hello.' It wasn't long before he, too, was pulled into a giant bear hug.
My dad said his goodbyes to us then and got back in the car. We waved as he turned around and drove back down the twisting gravel road, soon disappearing around a bend, behind a bunch of trees and undergrowth.
"Come in, dinner's almost ready. It's deer burgers," Uncle Will said happily and lead us inside. The cabin looked in a lot better shape inside than out. The furniture was nice, mounted animal heads hung on the walls, guns were on display practically everywhere, and the smell of pine and cooking meat filled the air. I noticed there was no dog anymore, and when I asked, Uncle Will's smile just fell and he simply said that she had died. The look in his eyes totally changed, as did his tone of voice. It was almost like he wasn't telling the whole truth but didn't want to talk about it.
I didn't press anymore, and instead Preston and I were shown our rooms - two, small guest bedrooms that were right next to each other. We unpacked and ate when the time came. Sometime during dinner, Preston spoke up about the claw marks on the walls outside.
My uncle got that same look in his eyes like when I asked about his dog... His expression became sort of hollow of emotion. "A bear tried to get in," was all he said and then dropped the subject. Preston and I exchanged weird glances at each other, but I shrugged it off and so did he.
After dinner, I asked if Preston and I could go exploring in the woods for a little while. Uncle Will said that was fine but to not go too far and come back before it got dark. He gave us both big bowie knives before he would let us leave, saying it was always a good idea to have a knife or gun on you out there.
That seemed pretty plausible given that there were bears and coyotes out in these woods. Though, knives wouldn't do much to fend off a bear. Either way, we headed out, knives tucked away safely in supplied sheaths around our waists.
We headed further into the woods around the back of the cabin. There, we found a thin trail that actually cut through all the brush, so it honestly seemed like the only way to go. Me in the lead, Preston and I started down the trail.
"I don't want to go very far if there are bears here," Preston said from behind me. I could just tell he was thinking about the claw marks on the walls.
I rolled my eyes and stopped to turn to him. "We'll be okay. Will probably killed it anyway. Besides, I've been in the woods a few times before, and if you see a bear you're supposed to make a lot of noise so you don't surprise it. They'll usually just run away." I patted his shoulder a couple times and then smirked, adding, "Don't worry. I'll protect you, Princess Preston."
He frowned at me but in a more ornery way and gave me a light shove. "Shut up."
I laughed and so did he. Feeling better about the situation, we continued on following the trail. It wound around like the driveway, going in practically every direction at some point. Eventually, it opened up to a small clearing. Green grass grew, but the trees just abruptly stopped and actually formed a perfect circle. Being the curious girl I was, I stepped onto the grass and went out to the middle of the clearing.
"Lana, I've got a bad feeling about this. Let's go back," Preston called anxiously from behind me.
When I turned, I noticed he hadn't come into the clearing with me. He stood nervously right where the dead leaves met the grass, oddly enough stopping as if some invisible force kept the leaves from entering the clearing. Furrowing my brows, my eyes swept the entirely of the grassy area, and not one fallen leaf was in the clearing. Okay, weird.
A little more uneasy but not completely deterred, I went back to Preston and grabbed his wrist to pull him into the clearing with me. He protested a bit but came in, and we ended up lying in the grass together and just watching the clouds.
I don't know how, but we managed to fall asleep for a few hours, because when we woke up it was dusk, just turning night time.
I was the first one to wake up and noticed the stars appearing in the almost black sky. In an instant, I was wide awake and shaking Preston awake. He woke with a jolt and sat up quickly, frantically looking around and then at me. When he realized how late it was, he started to panic.
"We gotta go, now!" He stood up and helped me up but then froze. His green eyes widened with absolute fear, fear I've never seen from anyone before, not even him. It wasn't just the panic from being out late anymore. This...this was an almost primal sort of fear.
"What's wrong?" I asked then turned, expecting to see maybe a coyote or even a bear, but what I saw wasn't even an animal.
Standing at the edge of the clearing was a massive, black creature. It looked sort of like a wolf on its hind legs with shaggy, black fur. Except, it wasn't a wolf. It couldn't have been. It stood almost eight feet tall and had a tail that was more like a lizard's only covered in same black fur. Yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, and it curled back its lips in a snarl to reveal long, gleaming fangs. Then it swiped at the brush right in front of it, clearing it with long claws as if they were machetes.
I stared in absolute horror as it stepped closer and into the grass, glistening saliva dripping from its snarling jaws. It made it a few more steps before I suddenly remembered the knife I had. So, I pulled it out and held it out defensively, my arms shaking uncontrollably.
It...it stopped. Its eyes narrowed at the sight of my knife as it just stood there now, probably calculating its next move. It actually knew what knives were, or at least that they could possibly hurt it. No animal should know something like that. No normal animal anyway...
From behind me, I heard Preston's knife unsheath, too. But, I wasn't going to just stand there and give this thing time to plot its next move. As preston undoubtedly kept his eyes on the creature, I glanced back to find the trial, but...it was gone. The trail was completely gone. Instead, all I saw when I looked around for it was the undergrowth, as if in the few hours we had been asleep, the plants spontaneously grew to cover our way back.
My heart sank. The only way I knew to go was down the slightly sloped, forested mountain, but that didn't mean we'd end up back at my uncle's cabin. We could go on for miles and still be in the woods, in this thing's domain. But, we had no other choice.
I grabbed Presotn's wrist and bolted down the light slope, crashing right through the tangled overgrowth. It didn't take long at all for Preston to be willingly running beside me, my right hand still gripping his wrist and my left tightly around the knife.
Behind us, I heard that thing giving chase. Its footsteps were light, but branches snapped from overhead. Thorns stabbed and scratched our legs as we ran, but neither Preston nor I cared. We were more focused on dodging trees but sticking together, and somehow trying to outrun this thing.
By some miracle, above the sound of blood and adrenaline pumping in my ears, I heard my uncle calling our names in the distance. Following it, I soon saw the lights from his house breaking through the trees.
We ran down towards the lights to find my uncle standing on his torn apart porch with a shotgun in one hand and leaning on his shoulder while he cupped the other around his mouth to call for us. When we broke through the brush, he looked towards us and raised his gun. For a split moment I thought he was going to shoot us, but he quickly called us onto the porch, and the moment we were on it, he fired.
A loud shriek of pain echoed right after the boom of the shotgun. Uncle Will ushered us inside before either of us had a chance to look back at the creature which had followed us the whole way down from the clearing. Once inside, Uncle Will locked the door then scolded us for being gone so long but then pulled us both into a tight hug.
But before we could explain, loud scratching on the walls started. It started from right by the door and then went all the way around the cabin, making a big circle. Uncle Will cursed at it and raised his gun at the windows.
We all saw the creature's head in the window by the door. Its yellow eyes narrowed at us and at Uncle Will's gun before it turned and ran off, not at all caring to be quiet as it crashed through the woods and back up the way it had come.
I called my dad to come and get us in the morning, and Preston and I were soon back at my house in the suburbs. Uncle Will was sad to see us go so soon, but he said he understood, and he had let us keep the knives, too, saying how it was always good to have them.
Honestly, he was so right. Both Preston and I carry these things around everywhere now, and we're both convinced that if we hadn't have had them at the time in the clearing, we'd be dead. We've been doing some thinking, too, and we're pretty sure that a bear hadn't made those claw marks on Will's walls, and he wasn't the one tearing up the porch.
Just take my advice when I say don't be in the woods around dark, don't go without a weapon, and if you hear scratching on your walls, make sure the doors are locked and you have a weapon ready.
I felt like writing some horror, so here ya go. I might do another one sometime soon, too.
Thank you so much for reading them. It really is awesome to know when people like my work. I don't know when I'll write more horror, but I may tag you when I put a new one up if you'd like.
