Dark Woods

Dark Woods

Finally a new story.

Last week I mentioned a cabin we stopped by in the forest. There’s a lot of cabins in Norway, as you can imagine. It was abounded, and quite a few things were lying around. There were some black hand marks on the wall beside the chimney, and underneath the cottage I found a newspaper from 1978. The front page spoke about the police investigating a couple of priests who had taken part in an exorcism. The subject, a young woman, had been through four others intents before that one, by other people. When we left the place two ravens was flying between the trees a bit further away. So far it’s all true.

We went up the path. We could not see the ravens any more, but we could hear their screams deeper into the woods.

We walked for quite a while. Too long, really.

We should be to the car by now, said Johnny. It wasn’t that far away.

They walked a little further.

We’re not getting anywhere.

I guess we’ll have to turn back, said Jess. We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. She took her phone out. No coverage.

They walked back for a while. A long while.

They heard the two ravens again. They were closer now.

Another scream. Different. Almost… Human.

Jessica shivered. What was that?

I have no idea. We should have been back to the cabin by now… Johnny was looking up at the sky. It was getting darker.

We need to get out of here. It’s getting late. She was looking at her phone, trying to find get contact. Nothing.

It was getting cold, too. They weren’t prepared to stay out at night. They saw a light between the trees. Look! They walked off the path, through the woods.

It was the same cabin. There was a light in the window.

We need to go see who’s there. Maybe they can tell us how to get back.

They went over, and up the stairs. The door was open. Hello? Said Johnny. Is there anybody here?

No answer. He stepped over the threshold.

Johnny, be careful!

He stopped for a moment. Listened. He could hear the burning sound from the chimney. The ravens scream between the trees nearby. Come on, there’s a fire. I’m freezing.

Inside the fire was burning vivid. Twelve lit black candles. There were a lot more black marks on the walls than before.

They walked over to the fireplace, held their hands up to the fire. Jessica looked over her shoulder. She didn’t feel good about this at all. On the wall the black marks had spread. Letters could be seen.

DIE.

She touched johnny’s shoulder, breathing heavily. Johnny turned around. Oh my god, he said. Oh my god. We need to get the fuck out of here.

A woman was standing in the door..

Pale face. The back dress of a widow.

Then she was gone.

Did you see that? Said Jessica. Johnny was as white as the woman.

Yes. Come on!
They ran out, into the forest. Through the darkness. Ravens screaming, and an other voice. Laughing. Vailing. Ravens laughing and screaming.

Jessica stopped.

Johnny? No answer. Johnny, where are you? Her voice was shaking.

A voice further ahead. Johnny! She ran towards the sound. She was back at the cabin. The light was burning vivid in the windows.

Inside the cabin Johnny’s voice was pleading for mercy.

Leave him alone! She leaped up the stairs. Got in the door. There was no one there. The candles. The fire. The writing on the wall.

The door slammed shut behind her. The lights went out.

A cold hand touched her neck.

A raven was laughing all around her.

http://www.ancient-origins.net/news-mysterious-phenomena-unexplained-phenomena/ancient-practice-exorcism-rise-again-001211

I couldn’t fond anything about the exorcist incident from the newspaper in English… Here’s a little bit in Norwegian. https://no.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eksorsisme

A Story Come True

The Strange Nest

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They had gone on a trip with Andrew’s dads canoe, and stopped at a cabin in the woods. The door was closed but unlocked. They went in to have a look. An adventure! Mary was  thrilled.

Inside the hut was furnished and neat. It looked as if there had been someone there just recently, and they cleaned before they left.

There was something odd, though. A kind of strange nest in the corner. It was different from any nest they had ever seen. Cool! Said Andrew. He went over to the nest, took a fork from the drawer just underneath and poked it. A strange sound from inside the nest. He jumped back. Laughed. He went closer again. Looked into a hole in the side of the nest. Put his nose in front of it. Sniffed. Something came shooting out of the hole. Into his nose.

Aaaaah!! What was that?

Let me see! Said Mary. She looked into his nose. Nothing there but the same strange sound. I don’t know, she said. Looked like some kind of creep.

Disgusting! Shouted Andrew. He was blowing his nose in the tablecloth, but only snot came out. He blew harder.

His head exploded. Blood splattered on the walls, leaving the room red. Mary didn’t even scream. She just stared at the body on the floor. All the blood. What the fuck just happened?

Mary ran. She ran in terror. When she couldn’t run any more she sat down and cried helplessly.

She called the police when she got to the village. They went out to the cabin to have a look, although they didn’t really believe her. They entered the cabin carefully. It was clean and neat as if someone cleaned it just a while ago. A strange nest were hanging in the corner.

https://helenmvalentina.com/2016/12/13/the-owl/

https://lowlifemagazine.com/2016/12/20/5-phenomena-which-are-unexplained-to-this-day/

Stupid Mutant

His Grandpa’s Cabin

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When they arrived at the cabin night had already fallen. The stars were shining bright, a falcate moon was slowly going down in the west. A small owl was calling in the deep darkness of the forest. The cabin was small and wooden, and even in the dark the place was beautiful.

This is amazing! exclaimed Claire. And so silent!

Come on, let’s go inside! said Thomas. It’s cold out here.

He found the key under the stairs, unlocked and opened the door. He went in, lit a candle. Claire followed. The cabin had only one room, small and cozy. There was a big fireplace in one corner, an open kitchen with closets and shelves, and a big old bearskin in front of the fireplace.

Who’s that? asked Claire, looking at an old photo on the wall. He seems sad…

Thomas looked up from the still unlit wood in the fireplace.

That’s my grandpa. He moved up here when my grandmother died. Soon after he committed suicide. They say he went crazy.

Claire was silent for a moment. I’m sorry, she said.

Don’t worry! It happened a long time ago, my mother was just a baby. She was raised by her aunt and uncle.

He looks handsome. She looked at Thomas with a teasing smile. Now I know where you’ve got it from! She gave him ha big kiss on the lips.

They were lying on a blanket over the bearskin, close to each other. The fire was warming their bodies and souls. It was perfect. Thomas loved Claire of all his heart. She was so good and gentle, and at the same time so beautiful, with a firm tight body, cute and sexy. There, in front of the fire, with her soft skin touching his, he felt incredibly lucky.

The fire was fading.

I’m going for some more wood. He gave her a kiss and got up.

Don’t be long! She lifted her short dress, letting her panties show.

Don’t worry, baby, he said. I’ll be right back. He went out of the door.

Claire fell asleep for a moment. She woke up to the gentle touch of Thomas’ hand, softer than ever.

Mmmmmh… she was loving it. A kiss in her neck, his hands moving up between her legs. The dress came off. Her panties. Kisses inside her thigh reaching her most intimate parts.  Licking her like he’d never done before. Entering her. Fucking her deeply until she came in an explosion of pleasure and emotion. Oh my god, Thomas… That was…

The door opened. Claire opened her eyes. Thomas entered, threw wood in front of the fireplace.

What..? But… You…

What’s up?

Nothing… It must have been a dream, said Clair confused, looking around the room. Her eyes stopped at the old photo on the wall. A cold shiver went down her spine. The young grandpa no longer looked sad. He was smiling a vicious smile.

I… no… it can’t be.

Thomas looked confused. It can’t be what?

Your grandpa… He raped me! He fucking raped me!

Thomas laughed. Then stopped. She looked terrified.

I thought it was you! Oh my God…!

My grandpa’s dead, Claire! Are you OK…?

No… yes… I… I don’t know. She got on her feet, pulling her dress down over her shoulders. Can we go home?

Home? Already? But…

Let’s go! Please!

If you want… But…Before he could say anything more she had gotten her bag and opened the door.

She was pulled back into the room. Aaaah!!! The door slammed shut. Thomas grabbed her arms. Pulling her. Something invisible were holding her back. Her legs got pulled up in the air.

It’s your grandpa!! He doesn’t want me to leave!!! Things started flying around the room. The fireplace flickered. Her dress got ripped off. Sparks and burning wood flew out of the fireplace. Lit the curtains. The furniture. Claire was screaming.

Let her go! shouted Thomas. Let her go, you old bastard! She’s my girlfriend! The whole room was on fire. The heat was unbearable.

The grip let go. They fell on the floor. Thomas got up, helped her on her feet. The roof was coming down. They got out of the door. A strange scream of pain and sadness was heard from the burning cabin. They ran to the car and drove off.

http://www.shortstories101.com/story/guises-of-the-reaper/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popobawa

https://fictionspawn.com/2016/07/10/lords-of-the-dead/