A Personal Experience By Chelsea
This story all takes place at my friend’s house. I go to her place every year for her birthday and stay for like a week or so.
We were really bored one day, so I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk on one of the trails in the woods, just for something to do. She said okay. We ended up making this big thing out of it; we brought food, water, a first aid kit—all the things you should have when you go hiking in the woods.
So, we we're walking up this dirt road, and I happened to notice this trail off to the side. I asked her if she had ever been on it before, and she told me she had with her brother, but only once. She told me she wasn't sure that we should go down this particular trail. I asked why, and she told me that when her brother took her on this trail so he could show her an old, abandoned cabin, he had taken her just close enough to see it from, like, 100 feet, then made her leave at once. He told her that the place was really messed up.
The story goes that there used to be a couple that would come up every summer for a week. One summer when they came up, the man’s girlfriend vanished. No one new where she went. They spent weeks looking for her but she was never found—until 12 years later. The cabin had been sold by the man living in it to another couple with two kids.
The new couple was doing some fixing up in the place. The husband was inside with his youngest son, and his wife was outside with his oldest, and as the man was replacing the floorboards, he discovered a body. The cabin’s former owner was soon charged with the murder of his wife. People say that if you go to this cabin, you can hear the wife screaming for her life and what sounds like someone running frantically, with someone else walking with a heavy step following.
Of course, I didn't think it was true, because my brother would always try to play little tricks on us to try and scare us. I finally convinced my friend to walk down the trail so that we could go check this place out. She was really nervous of course, but she went with me anyway.
The cabin was abandoned now, that was for sure; every window was boarded up, besides the one next to the front door. There was no front door, because someone had kicked it in, and from the outside I would say that we were not the first to visit, as there was spray paint all over the outside. When we got to the door, we just kind of stood there and looked around for a few minutes. The floor was bowed up really bad, so we weren't really sure how sturdy the place was.
I decided to walk in first, and the floor was safe. I noticed this staircase, and just as I was rounding the corner to look up the stairs, I heard a piercing, blood-curdling scream. It scared me half to death, and I assumed it was my friend, so I turned around to ask her what was wrong, but she was just staring at me, frozen in place. She looked at me while I looked at her, and again we heard this really loud scream, and then, instantly, someone running. We ran out of that place so fast that I ended up leaving our bag behind with all of our stuff in it. We ended up running two miles back to her house without stopping or so much as a glace back.
Ever since that happened we haven't been back in the woods, and we sure as heck don't plan on it.
This story all takes place at my friend’s house. I go to her place every year for her birthday and stay for like a week or so.
We were really bored one day, so I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk on one of the trails in the woods, just for something to do. She said okay. We ended up making this big thing out of it; we brought food, water, a first aid kit—all the things you should have when you go hiking in the woods.
So, we we're walking up this dirt road, and I happened to notice this trail off to the side. I asked her if she had ever been on it before, and she told me she had with her brother, but only once. She told me she wasn't sure that we should go down this particular trail. I asked why, and she told me that when her brother took her on this trail so he could show her an old, abandoned cabin, he had taken her just close enough to see it from, like, 100 feet, then made her leave at once. He told her that the place was really messed up.
The story goes that there used to be a couple that would come up every summer for a week. One summer when they came up, the man’s girlfriend vanished. No one new where she went. They spent weeks looking for her but she was never found—until 12 years later. The cabin had been sold by the man living in it to another couple with two kids.
The new couple was doing some fixing up in the place. The husband was inside with his youngest son, and his wife was outside with his oldest, and as the man was replacing the floorboards, he discovered a body. The cabin’s former owner was soon charged with the murder of his wife. People say that if you go to this cabin, you can hear the wife screaming for her life and what sounds like someone running frantically, with someone else walking with a heavy step following.
Of course, I didn't think it was true, because my brother would always try to play little tricks on us to try and scare us. I finally convinced my friend to walk down the trail so that we could go check this place out. She was really nervous of course, but she went with me anyway.
The cabin was abandoned now, that was for sure; every window was boarded up, besides the one next to the front door. There was no front door, because someone had kicked it in, and from the outside I would say that we were not the first to visit, as there was spray paint all over the outside. When we got to the door, we just kind of stood there and looked around for a few minutes. The floor was bowed up really bad, so we weren't really sure how sturdy the place was.
I decided to walk in first, and the floor was safe. I noticed this staircase, and just as I was rounding the corner to look up the stairs, I heard a piercing, blood-curdling scream. It scared me half to death, and I assumed it was my friend, so I turned around to ask her what was wrong, but she was just staring at me, frozen in place. She looked at me while I looked at her, and again we heard this really loud scream, and then, instantly, someone running. We ran out of that place so fast that I ended up leaving our bag behind with all of our stuff in it. We ended up running two miles back to her house without stopping or so much as a glace back.
Ever since that happened we haven't been back in the woods, and we sure as heck don't plan on it.
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