Creepypasta stories

the comfy and cozy cabin

My entire body went tense. It felt like I was touching something dirty, something dead. My brain went to work, quickly trying to figure out how a living human being could get so cold. It was summer, so he could have had the air conditioning blowing on him for four hours straight. No. This was colder than that, it wa-

I realized I was still shaking hands with Sam. He stood there with a vacant look in his eyes, moving his hand up and down. I pulled my hand away, it felt contaminated. I walked away from them, from the cabin, without saying a word.

As I passed Sam and Martha’s car, I glanced at it.

There was a little girl in the backseat. She looked worried. Unlike the two adults, she was as cute as a button. Her skin actually had color to it.

Something in my brain started clanging bells. My senses started screaming at me to take the kid and run. Fuck what you’ve been taught all your life, Mark. You need to kidnap this child.

I quickened my pace, got to my car, and sped off.

Why didn’t I grab her? Why didn’t I follow that all so important voice in my head? That voice was there before. It told me to not go for that walk, and I ignored it. That ended real fucking well. Now, something in my head told me another person will die in that cabin because I didn’t follow my gut instincts.

The girl’s face, that slight, composed look she had. It was the face people have when they lie about everything being okay.

I deeply regretted my decision to leave her there later.

“Danny’s Bar” is one of those places that still exist solely because it’s the only place within thirty or so miles to get a drink.

Those people, the ones who are doing God knows what in my cabin right now. They made me want to drink, to forget them as quickly as possible. I honestly can’t explain it. They made me feel fear, want to curl up in a ball and scream. I was shaken in a way I’ve never been before.

I walked up to the bar, sat down. Three whole people were here. Busy night, I thought.

Why did I let them stay at my cabin? I could have come up with a good lie. Rat infestation, sewer pipes exploded, something, anything to make them leave. No. I just let them in. Let them have full run of the house. I guess the need to get away from them as quickly as possible took precedence.

I ordered a shot of Old Crow. The bartender, Dan, presumably, poured the drink and pushed the shot glass towards me. He didn’t even look in my general direction.

And what was the deal with that girl? Everyone else who brought a small kid to the cabin would introduce me to them. Promise me that their child isn’t at all like all the other kids. Sam and Martha just left her in the backseat, like she was luggage. I can’t believe how close I was to busting a window out, and taking her with me.

I drank the shot down in a quick gulp, grimaced at the strength. It tasted horrible. I ordered another.

I was sure that the kid wasn’t theirs. Sam had black hair, Martha had brown. The girl was a blond, and I very much doubt anyone would have given those creepy fuckers adoption rights.

Those bad people were doing bad things in my cabin. I was never so certain of something in my life.

The next shot went down easier. I can’t remember how many more I had, which probably means I had too many.

Somehow I managed to get home without a single incident that I could remember. I passed out the second my face hit the bed.
I had a very vivid dream that night. The blond haired girl stared at me for the entirety of my sleep. Just sat and stared. It’s the first time I’ve actually felt time pass normally as I slept. I couldn’t move, so I watched her look at me with that composed, fearful face for ten hours straight. She tried to say something once, but it came out in a warbled mumble. Right before I woke up, I saw a shadow slowly appear on her. It was the shadow of a person standing behind me. It raised its hand, she breathed in real deep, like she was going to scream. I woke up before that happened.