Creepypasta Stories

Hanging Tree

My boyfriend and I decided to go down to the South for a week. Hike the Great Smokies and everything.

We rented a cozy cabin, secluded, in the woods, not many people milling around. It was the end of summer, still some tourism going, but not much.

We thought it would be the perfect getaway from city life, and people in general.

The cabin had this big two-paneled window near the kitchen that looked out at the woods around the cabin. For some reason, there were no curtains over the window, or even a curtain rod, so we couldn't hang up towels or a bed sheet for some added privacy.

We didn't like the window, but figured there was no harm to it.

On the second morning, I was standing by the window as my boyfriend sat in front of his computer. Yes, he brought his computer to the cabin. A week away from the city did not mean a week away from technology.

Peering out the window, I noticed for the first time a long yellow rope hanging from a tree branch, about ten or so feet away. The rope snaked down, but ended five or six feet off the ground.

I hadn't noticed it before and commented on it. My boyfriend said he'd noticed it earlier, though he didn't remember seeing it the day before. Neither did I.

We left for dinner and came back.

"No one around," my boyfriend said, glancing out the windshield. "All the other cabins are dark."

There were two or three other cabins in the area. Ours was the furthest back, and as we drove past the others, we noticed no other cars and no lights.

"Must've all left," I said, smiling.

"We're all alone," my boyfriend grinned. "Alone in the woods."

He made a fake ghost sound and I just ignored him, closing the car door and walking down the ramp to our cabin door.

Later that day, about 8:30pm, I sat in front of my own laptop. A three-lamp chandelier hung over the table. It flickered once, then stopped. My boyfriend didn't even notice.

Ten minutes later, the light flickered again, and the bulb died.

"Two more to go," my boyfriend jokingly commented. I gave him a weak smile and went back to my screen.

The light flickered again.

"Maybe we have too many plugs in," I said.

"Shouldn't cause an issue. Doesn't matter," my boyfriend shrugged, busy playing his video game.

I went back to typing.

Since it was dark out, and we had lights inside, I couldn't see anything out the window, even though I was facing it. Anyone standing up beside it, though, could look in and see us. We'd never notice them because of the glare.

But for one moment, I was sure I saw something move.

Must be my own reflection, I thought, but knew it didn't make any sense. I hadn't shifted enough to cause a streaking reflection.

The second light bulb flickered.

"We should do something about that," I said, still shaken from that streaking reflection, even though I hadn't told my boyfriend about it.

"It's just a light bulb," he said absentmindedly.

"It could go out. Maybe all three could."

"I'll give her a call tomorrow." Her was the cabin owner, a nice older lady named Robin. He went back to his game, and I went back to typing.