My Uncle’s Cabin
609 Words
I went to my uncle’s cabin in a town that almost no one knows about.
It’s in the middle of the forest, far from the road, where the silence is so deep that sometimes you can hear your own breathing as if someone else were standing behind you.
My uncle isn’t a very talkative person. He’s always been serious, the kind of adult who seems to be thinking about something all the time.
When I arrived, the first thing he said to me was something strange.
“If you hear something at night… don’t go outside.”
I thought he was joking.
But he didn’t smile.
The cabin was old. The wood creaked with the wind and the windows rattled whenever the air blew hard through the trees.
The first night was quiet.
Or so I thought.
I woke up around three in the morning.
There was a sound outside.
A soft thud.
Then another.
As if someone were walking around the cabin.
I slowly got up and looked out the window.
No one was there.
Just the dark forest.
I went back to bed.
But then I heard something worse.
A scratching sound.
Very close.
As if something were scratching the outside wall of the cabin.
The sound moved slowly.
Like long nails dragging across the wood.
I wanted to wake my uncle.
I left my room and walked down the hallway.
The door to his room was open.
But he wasn’t inside.
The bed was empty.
I walked toward the living room.
And then I saw him.
My uncle was sitting in a chair in front of the front door.
Completely still.
Staring at the wood of the door.
“Uncle?” I whispered.
He didn’t look at me.
He just said something quietly.
“I told you not to go outside.”
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then we heard something else.
A knock on the door.
Slow.
Heavy.
Then a voice.
From outside.
“Is anyone there?”
The voice was… strange.
My uncle stood up quickly.
“Don’t speak,” he whispered.
The voice came again.
“It’s cold… Can I come in?”
My uncle slowly approached the door.
But not to open it.
He leaned down and looked through a small c***k in the wood.
Then he stepped back.
His face had changed.
He looked terrified.
“That’s not a person,” he whispered.
I felt my stomach drop.
The voice spoke again.
But this time it was right behind the door.
“I saw you arrive today…”
Silence.
Then something happened that still gives me nightmares.
The voice spoke again.
But this time… it came from two different places.
One voice was behind the door.
The other… behind the wall.
“Why won’t you open?”
My uncle grabbed my arm tightly.
“Listen carefully,” he said.
“No matter what you hear tonight…”
“Don’t open your eyes if it gets inside.”
I felt my heart stop.
“If it gets inside…?”
Then the door began to bend.
The wood creaked.
Something was pushing from the outside.
The voice spoke again.
But now it didn’t sound like a person.
It sounded like many mouths speaking at the same time.
“We want to come in…”
The door split with a c***k.
Cold wind rushed into the cabin.
And the last thing I heard before my uncle covered my eyes was something dragging across the floor.
Something large.
And breathing right in front of my face.
Then a voice whispered very close to my ear:
“This one isn’t your uncle either.”
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