September 20, 2025 • 5 mins
The Cabin My Friends Didn’t Want to Leave - Horror Stories
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
I'll start by saying this wasn't my idea. A couple
of months ago, three of my friends convinced me to
go on a weekend trip to a hidden cabin they'd
rented online. Supposedly it was cozy, off the grid and
surrounded by nothing but forest. The drive took forever, winding
(00:20):
through endless trees until GPS finally lost service. We had
to follow the owner's printed directions the rest of the way.
When we finally pulled up, I noticed right away something
was off. The cabin didn't look like the pictures. It
was older, with weathered boards and shutters that barely hung
(00:42):
on the woods, pressed in so tightly it felt like
the trees had grown closer around it over time. Inside, though,
it was surprisingly nice. Old furniture but clean, a fireplace,
even some shelves with books and board games. No electricity,
(01:03):
just a generator we were supposed to use sparingly. It
gave the place that horror movie vibe we joked about,
though everyone laughed it off. That first night, nothing strange happened,
just drinks, card games, and bad scary stories. But sometime
after three am, I woke up to what sounded like
(01:24):
footsteps on the porch, slow heavy, I froze listening the
footsteps stopped right outside the window of the room I
was in. I didn't dare look. Eventually I convinced myself
it was just one of my friends messing with me,
and went back to sleep. The next morning I asked around.
(01:47):
Nobody admitted to going outside. In fact, they all swore
they hadn't even heard anything. That should have been my
first real warning, but I shrugged it off. The second night,
things got weirder. The four of us sat by the
fireplace telling jokes when we heard scratching sounds coming from
the walls, not like an animal, more like finger nails
(02:10):
dragging down wood. We searched around but found nothing. My
friends laughed it off, saying the place was probably full
of raccoons. Still, when I went to bed later, I
could hear the scratching again, this time closer, right near
the head of my bed. At two forty seven a m.
(02:30):
I woke up because some one was whispering my name.
I was sure it was one of my friends, but
when I sat up the room was empty. The whisper
came again, this time from outside the cabin wall. My
skin crawled the next morning, I wanted to leave. I
told every one we should pack up early. But here's
(02:53):
the thing, none of my friends wanted to Not only that,
but they looked at me straight like I had said
something offensive. One of them, Josh, laughed and said, we
only just got here. We can't leave now. Don't you
feel it? This place is perfect? Perfect. The cabin felt
(03:15):
anything but perfect. It felt wrong, heavy, like the air
itself was pressing down on me. But the others seemed different, happier,
almost energized. That last night I didn't sleep. I kept
hearing movements outside, circling the cabin, then pausing right by
the door. Around four am, I got up, ready to
(03:38):
leave on my own if I had to. When I
peeked into the living room, I froze. All three of
my friends were sitting in front of the fireplace, cross legged,
just staring into the flames. None of them moved, none
of them blinked. It was like they were in a trance.
I whispered their names, but they didn't react, not until
(04:00):
I stepped closer. Then all three of them turned their
heads toward me at the same time, in perfect sink.
Their faces were blank, but their eyes, their eyes didn't
look like theirs any more. I bolted. I didn't grab
my bag, didn't even take my shoes. I just ran
out the door and down the dirt road. I kept
(04:23):
running until the sun started to rise, and eventually a
passing truck picked me up and drove me into town.
I tried calling my friends after that, but none of
them ever answered. Their families say they never came back
from the trip. When the police checked the cabin, they
said it was completely empty, no signs any one had
(04:44):
been there at all. I still don't know what happened
to them. I don't know what that cabin was or
why they wanted to stay. But I do know this.
Sometimes a place doesn't want you to leave, and sometimes
it doesn't let you
I'll start by saying this wasn't my idea. A couple
of months ago, three of my friends convinced me to
go on a weekend trip to a hidden cabin they'd
rented online. Supposedly it was cozy, off the grid and
surrounded by nothing but forest. The drive took forever, winding
(00:20):
through endless trees until GPS finally lost service. We had
to follow the owner's printed directions the rest of the way.
When we finally pulled up, I noticed right away something
was off. The cabin didn't look like the pictures. It
was older, with weathered boards and shutters that barely hung
(00:42):
on the woods, pressed in so tightly it felt like
the trees had grown closer around it over time. Inside, though,
it was surprisingly nice. Old furniture but clean, a fireplace,
even some shelves with books and board games. No electricity,
(01:03):
just a generator we were supposed to use sparingly. It
gave the place that horror movie vibe we joked about,
though everyone laughed it off. That first night, nothing strange happened,
just drinks, card games, and bad scary stories. But sometime
after three am, I woke up to what sounded like
(01:24):
footsteps on the porch, slow heavy, I froze listening the
footsteps stopped right outside the window of the room I
was in. I didn't dare look. Eventually I convinced myself
it was just one of my friends messing with me,
and went back to sleep. The next morning I asked around.
(01:47):
Nobody admitted to going outside. In fact, they all swore
they hadn't even heard anything. That should have been my
first real warning, but I shrugged it off. The second night,
things got weirder. The four of us sat by the
fireplace telling jokes when we heard scratching sounds coming from
the walls, not like an animal, more like finger nails
(02:10):
dragging down wood. We searched around but found nothing. My
friends laughed it off, saying the place was probably full
of raccoons. Still, when I went to bed later, I
could hear the scratching again, this time closer, right near
the head of my bed. At two forty seven a m.
(02:30):
I woke up because some one was whispering my name.
I was sure it was one of my friends, but
when I sat up the room was empty. The whisper
came again, this time from outside the cabin wall. My
skin crawled the next morning, I wanted to leave. I
told every one we should pack up early. But here's
(02:53):
the thing, none of my friends wanted to Not only that,
but they looked at me straight like I had said
something offensive. One of them, Josh, laughed and said, we
only just got here. We can't leave now. Don't you
feel it? This place is perfect? Perfect. The cabin felt
(03:15):
anything but perfect. It felt wrong, heavy, like the air
itself was pressing down on me. But the others seemed different, happier,
almost energized. That last night I didn't sleep. I kept
hearing movements outside, circling the cabin, then pausing right by
the door. Around four am, I got up, ready to
(03:38):
leave on my own if I had to. When I
peeked into the living room, I froze. All three of
my friends were sitting in front of the fireplace, cross legged,
just staring into the flames. None of them moved, none
of them blinked. It was like they were in a trance.
I whispered their names, but they didn't react, not until
(04:00):
I stepped closer. Then all three of them turned their
heads toward me at the same time, in perfect sink.
Their faces were blank, but their eyes, their eyes didn't
look like theirs any more. I bolted. I didn't grab
my bag, didn't even take my shoes. I just ran
out the door and down the dirt road. I kept
(04:23):
running until the sun started to rise, and eventually a
passing truck picked me up and drove me into town.
I tried calling my friends after that, but none of
them ever answered. Their families say they never came back
from the trip. When the police checked the cabin, they
said it was completely empty, no signs any one had
(04:44):
been there at all. I still don't know what happened
to them. I don't know what that cabin was or
why they wanted to stay. But I do know this.
Sometimes a place doesn't want you to leave, and sometimes
it doesn't let you
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