By Naamah_Obyzouth 2 Comments
The Cabin in the Woods Volume 2.5 (Revised Edition)
Late one dark and stormy night a few centuries ago, a war-hero was returning home after serving his Lord's army in several bloody battles. He decided he would save some gold and decided to cross the pine forest on foot, instead of carriage.
The next day of his journey was rather uneventful, the soldier stuck to the main path and kept a brisk pace. When it started getting dark he setup his bedroll, built a small fire and cooked up some trout he had fished out of a nearby river. "A fine day" he thought to himself as he fell asleep.
Partway through the evening the soldier was woken up by soft sobbing in the distance. He grabbed his sword assuming it to be a bandit trick, but pretended to sleep so he could get the jump on them. After a few minutes the sobbing started moving away from his camp until he could no longer hear it. For the rest of the night he slept with one eye open.
On the second day the soldier awoke with a jerk from what rotten sleep he could catch and started off through the forest at a quicker pace, intending to put distance between himself and whatever he had heard the night before. As the day went on it began to rain heavy so the soldier built himself a little shelter foe the evening so he could remain dry while he slept.
It took him a little longer to fall asleep with thoughts of the previous night fresh in his mind but he eventually fell asleep. This time he awoke to sobbing that sounded like it was right outside his shelter. The soldier grabbed his sword and crawled out of the shelter. In front of the fire he saw the back of a ghostly woman sobbing into her hands.
The soldier mustered his courage enough to get the frog out of his throat and he asked her what was wrong, why was she sobbing?
No answer did she give. She only sobbed more loudly.
He began to slowly approach but before he could reach her she turned and screamed at him. The ghostly woman raised an axe and began to run at the soldier, disappearing before she had made contact with him.
The soldier took off into the night with just his sword in hand. He ran until the first light of dawn where he started down the road again, as fast as he could move.
On the third day it was bright and sunny, but the soldier, rattled and sleepless, he didn't even notice. He moved as fast as he could trying to get through the forest before nightfall.
As darkness fell around him he saw a cabin just off the road and thought to himself it would be a good place to bunker down for the night. After arriving at the cabin he spent some time blocking the doors and windows, nothing would get in.
Despite his preparations, he could not sleep. He sat in what used to be the cabin's bedroom staring at the barricaded door shaking. Eventually he could keep his eyes open no longer and he fell asleep.
This time he awoke to the sound of laughter. Laughing on the other side of the barricaded door. It sounded like the woman from before, but he refused to believe it was her. The soldier burst through the barricaded door into the main room to find the ghostly woman from the night before staring at the floor laughing hysterically with her axe in hand.
He began to relentlessly attack the ghostly woman but he could feel his strikes were less effective. He used a scroll of fire-bolt which drew a horrible scream from her and she exploded, before disappearing.
The ordeal was over, the ghost was vanquished. The soldier slept soundly that night and the next day made excellent distance through the woods. As the sun began to set he came out the other side of the forest and looked back, remembering the days prior.
As he turned and started walking away from the woods he could swear he heard the sobbing again.
When the soldier finally returned home once more, he found his entire family had been hacked to pieces by an axe. Their bodies were spread out all along the floor in small bits of what they once were, and the heads of his wife and three children were all set up like roasts of beef placed upon silver platters. The table had been set, silver goblets were at the four different placements all filled with the corresponding victims blood, as well as knife and fork.
This time the ghostly woman did not wait for the soldier to fall asleep she appeared in the middle of the room hovering well above the floor, well above his reach. This time she neither sobbed, nor did she laugh, she simply stared at him with demonic eyes smiling a wicked smile. "What's wrong deary are you not ready for your diner?" her voice was laced with a mocking tone of pure evil.
The soldier crumbled to the floor in horror filled cries of dark torment, his hair turned from a vibrant red to silver white from the sight of his desecrated family. He had not the will to fight this being any further, she had won. The soldier had one last fire-bolt scroll left this time he did not use it on the ghostly woman, this time he used it on himself. The soldier, along with his murdered family, and his home burned to smoldering ashes.
As Told By Naamah.