Cabin in the Woods - Sex Stories

Cabin in the Woods

... in the woods he said. He never told her it was so secluded. He never told her he would have to leave. The fire spit again as she stood up, hugged her sweater tightly around her and started to explore the room. The place had that old camp smell. You know, smoky, woody, and musty. The furnishings were old and worn and the family photos were all black and white. The cabin should have felt comforting, but it didn’t. It was not the atmosphere for writing romance books. BOOM! Darkness, rain, flashes of lightning, sounds of thunder. Hannah was not pleased. She took the matches from the mantel and lit the candles on the candelabra. Carefully, she carried it around the room, still hoping to find inspiration for a new book. Originally, she had planned a book about her relationship with Richard, but decided she wasn’t quite sure it would last the test of time. Old, peeling wallpaper, faded curtains, ugly landscapes and blood…. What? No, it couldn’t be. How? Who? Hannah peered closer at the stain on the wall. It was about four feet up from the floor and ...

... near the top, where the stain was the darkest, was a cut in the wall, about six inches long. Hannah backed away. BOOM! More thunder and flashes. Tap, tap, tap….a tree was hitting the window as the wind blew harder. Hannah tripped, falling to her knees, the candles blowing out as she dropped them. By the light of the fire, she found the object that caused her to stumble and picked it up. It was an axe – probably used to chop the firewood. The blade appeared to be stained with rust. A blade about six inches long. She dropped the tool and turned to run. But where? How? Creeekkkkkkk….Hannah felt the cool moist air on her face before she was aware of the door opening. “Richard? You said you had to go back to town.” “I couldn’t leave you. I never want to leave you. I never want you to go – like the others.” “But, I need to…. I forgot my cat…. My grandmother needs….” Richard walked to toward the center of the room and picked up the fallen axe. He caressed the wooden handle, looked at Hanna and smiled. “You’re never leaving me.” CaaRackkk….Snap….Scream!