Well, it wasn’t pitch dark. The door was ajar, which let a little light in. And some of the shutters had cracks in them. The light they let in didn’t count for much and wouldn’t let me see anything. So, it might as well have been pitch dark for all the good it did me. I was lying on my face in an old abandoned cabin that no one has been in for decades. And I can’t see what the hell is around me. But I didn’t get up right away. No, I knew enough to keep still and keep quiet until I could hear if anything was moving—or breathing. I heard a bird outside—a crow. It’s always a crow. But there was nothing inside here. Or, at least I couldn’t hear anything. No movement. No breathing. No sounds. So why did I have the feeling I was being watched?
Okay, it’s just nerves. Yeah, right. I'm not that nervous. I got to my feet and looked around. I went to the door and carefully opened it wide. It creaked a lot, but it swung easily enough. I'd probably loosened all the crud that clogged the hinges when I smashed it open. I could see much more of the cabin now. A wall split the cabin in two, and I stood in the main room which took up most of the cabin's length. There was a table in the section farthest from the other room; I could only see this end of it before it disappeared into the darkness away from the door. The wall opposite the door had a counter running along it. It looked old and it was rotting; I doubt it would hold much weight. I'd bet the table was in the same condition. There was a single doorway in the center of the north wall that led into what must be the bedroom. There was no door; either that or it opened inward and was out of sight. This was great! With all the exploring that I've done, I've never found anything this cool before. If only I had a camera with me...
Wait! My cell phone. I dug into my pocket and pulled it out. It's camera isn't great, but it's better than nothing. I flipped it open, switched it to camera mode, and began aiming it around. I stared at the tiny screen as I held it in front of me and began slowly rotating around clockwise until I could get a view of something worth snapping a picture of. The darkness and tip of the table? No. The wall and the door to the outside? Uh uh. Oh, the far wall with the counter! I turned more quickly to put my back toward the outside door, skimming past the wall with the door to the bedroom.
What the hell was that?
I turned back to the bedroom door, not bothering to look through the camera this time. The doorway was black, just like before. But I swear I saw something, or someone standing in that doorway through the camera's display. I held the camera up and looked at the doorway through it. Nothing. I stepped inside the doorway and looked around. It was all dark. A little bit of light filtered in through closed shutters, but I couldn't make anything out. But the room felt weird. The air seemed heavier here and I didn't like it. It was like when you walk into a room filled with people that don't like you and they're all staring at you. The tension gets so thick you feel like it's hard to breathe and all you want to do is get out. That's how it felt here. I wasn't staying long, but I wanted a picture before I left. I held the camera up in front of me pressed the button. There was a pause and then the flash illuminated the room for a second.
"Jesus!" I jumped backward, my heart pounding, my body shaking. I saw a woman. A woman had been standing directly in front of me in that dark bedroom. I saw her for only a second, but the image was etched in my mind and I can still see it now like it just happened. She was just a tad shorter than me, with long scraggly black hair and dressed in dirty rags. She was pale and dirty, with bags under her eyes. But it was the expression that got me--that made me jump. Or maybe it was her lack of expression. She just stood there with her arms at her side and there was nothing there. Her eyes were empty and there was no hint of emotion whatsoever in that pale face.
"W-who are you?" I said, and my voice sounded way too loud and harsh here. The sun chose that moment to dip behind a cloud and the room was plunged into darkess. The heaviness in the air entered the main room, and I knew that the woman I saw wasn't anything that was alive. It was ghost, or whatever, and it didn't want me here. And it came into my room!
I turned and ran. I went out the front door, leaving it wide open, and ran back into the woods and toward the nearest trail. I ran for a while before I felt safe enough to stop and catch my breath. Now, I don't want you judging me. I'm every bit as tough and fearless as you are. I'd love to see what you'd do if you saw that thing in that cabin. You'd run screaming like a baby, I bet.
I had taken a picture of it. When I get home I'll look at it. Then I'll show it to Kevin. He'll want to see it. And then, maybe we'll get a group together and come back. This time, I'll be ready for it. I'll be prepared. This time, I won't run away.
Well there you go. My first story post completed. It was short but fun, and it gives you a taste of what the new game I'm publishing is like. It's called Strange World, and it's all about paranormal investigation. And it's about the real world of today. Not "the real world, but with these changes." It is exactly the world we're in right now...you and me. It's just seen through the eyes of those who investigate ghosts and UFOs and Bigfoot. Strange World is also a non-fiction reference book about the paranormal. After all, how can you play the role of a real paranormal investigator if you don't know what they know?
So, what do you want to see next? Do you want our friend to bring his buddies back to the cabin and do a real investigation, or would you like them to take on a new case. Investigate something else? Please, leave a comment and let me know the direction you'd like.
www.strangeworldrpg.com
www.paranormal-foundation.com
www.carnivoregames.com
Tags: Carnivore Horror Stories
