MidReal Story
Whispers of the Witching Cabin
Scenario: Horror story in a cabin in Connecticut
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I never believed in ghosts.
I thought they were a figment of people’s imaginations, or the result of too many horror movies.
But that was before I spent the weekend at the cabin in Connecticut.
It was supposed to be a fun getaway with my friends, but it turned into a nightmare.
And now I’m not so sure what to believe anymore.
The cabin was beautiful, if a little run-down.
It was nestled in the woods, surrounded by trees and far from any other houses.
The perfect place for a group of college students to spend a weekend away from it all.
All the townspeople told stories of hauntings and spirits, but I didn’t believe a word of it.
The whole thing sounded like a bunch of made-up bullshit to me.
I told myself that there was no such thing as ghosts, and even if there were, they wouldn’t be hanging out in a cabin in the middle of the woods in Connecticut.
There was nothing scary about the cabin at all, I told myself as Mark drove up the long gravel driveway and parked in front of the rickety front porch.
The sun was just starting to set, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink and purple.
The small lake in front of the cabin shimmered in the fading sunlight, and I could hear birds chirping in the trees as we unpacked our bags from the car and carried them inside.
I had to admit that there was something sort of eerie about the place, but it was also beautiful and peaceful, and I felt a rush of excitement as we stepped through the front door.
Mark had been talking about renting a cabin for a weekend ever since we’d started dating, and I knew how much it meant to him to be able to get away from it all and spend some time alone with me.
I wanted to make this weekend special for him, so I’d agreed to come along, even though I’d never been much of an outdoorsy person.
The cabin was definitely secluded, that was for sure.
I didn’t see any other houses or even any signs of civilization as we walked around to the back and looked out at the lake.
Mark had promised me that we would be far from anyone else and that it would be a perfect place to have some fun and get away from it all.
He’d even joked that maybe we would see some deer or other wildlife while we were here and that it would be a great experience for me to be out in nature for a change.
And I had to admit that there was something sort of nice about being so far away from everything.
Sometimes it felt like the city was closing in on me, and I was desperate for some fresh air and some time away from all the noise and pollution.
I thought they were a figment of people’s imaginations, or the result of too many horror movies.
But that was before I spent the weekend at the cabin in Connecticut.
It was supposed to be a fun getaway with my friends, but it turned into a nightmare.
And now I’m not so sure what to believe anymore.
The cabin was beautiful, if a little run-down.
It was nestled in the woods, surrounded by trees and far from any other houses.
The perfect place for a group of college students to spend a weekend away from it all.
We’d rented it from an old man who lived in town, and he’d warned us that it was built on an old burial ground with a history of unexplained disappearances.
All the townspeople told stories of hauntings and spirits, but I didn’t believe a word of it.
The whole thing sounded like a bunch of made-up bullshit to me.
I told myself that there was no such thing as ghosts, and even if there were, they wouldn’t be hanging out in a cabin in the middle of the woods in Connecticut.
There was nothing scary about the cabin at all, I told myself as Mark drove up the long gravel driveway and parked in front of the rickety front porch.
The sun was just starting to set, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink and purple.
The small lake in front of the cabin shimmered in the fading sunlight, and I could hear birds chirping in the trees as we unpacked our bags from the car and carried them inside.
I had to admit that there was something sort of eerie about the place, but it was also beautiful and peaceful, and I felt a rush of excitement as we stepped through the front door.
Mark had been talking about renting a cabin for a weekend ever since we’d started dating, and I knew how much it meant to him to be able to get away from it all and spend some time alone with me.
I wanted to make this weekend special for him, so I’d agreed to come along, even though I’d never been much of an outdoorsy person.
The cabin was definitely secluded, that was for sure.
I didn’t see any other houses or even any signs of civilization as we walked around to the back and looked out at the lake.
Mark had promised me that we would be far from anyone else and that it would be a perfect place to have some fun and get away from it all.
He’d even joked that maybe we would see some deer or other wildlife while we were here and that it would be a great experience for me to be out in nature for a change.
And I had to admit that there was something sort of nice about being so far away from everything.
I told myself that there was no such thing as ghosts, and even if there were, they wouldn’t be hanging out in a cabin in the middle of the woods in Connecticut.
There was nothing scary about the cabin at all, I told myself as Mark drove up the long gravel driveway and parked in front of the rickety front porch.
The sun was just starting to set, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink and purple.
The small lake in front of the cabin shimmered in the fading sunlight, and I could hear birds chirping in the trees as we unpacked our bags from the car and carried them inside.I had to admit that there was something sort of eerie about the place, but it was also beautiful and peaceful, and I felt a rush of excitement as we stepped through the front door.
Mark had been talking about renting a cabin for a weekend ever since we’d started dating, and I knew how much it meant to him to be able to get away from it all and spend some time alone with me.
The whole thing sounded like a bunch of made-up bullshit to me.
I told myself that there was no such thing as ghosts, and even if there were, they wouldn’t be hanging out in a cabin in the middle of the woods in Connecticut.
There was nothing scary about the cabin at all, I told myself as Mark drove up the long gravel driveway and parked in front of the rickety front porch.
The sun was just starting to set, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink and purple.
“You don’t have to be so paranoid,” Mark said with a laugh as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“It’s just an old cabin.”
“Why is it so cold in here?” I asked as I sat down in one of the chairs by the fireplace with a glass of wine.
“There’s a cold spot on my back.”
“I feel it too,” Sarah said, meeting my eyes across the room.
She shivered and pulled her sweater more tightly around her shoulders as Mark shook his head at us.
“You guys are being ridiculous,” he said.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts or spirits or whatever. It’s just an old, drafty cabin.”
He gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading back outside to get more wood for the fire.
Sarah rolled her eyes at me and I shook my head, but I couldn’t help feeling like there was something off about this place, even though I knew how absurd that was.