The Cursed Cabin: Old Zhang's Ghostly Retribution

The old cabin stood on the edge of a dense, ancient forest, its weathered walls whispering tales of the past. It was said that no one had ever dared to live there for long, and those who had tried met with mysterious fates. The legend of the Cursed Cabin was a local horror story, a cautionary tale that had been passed down through generations.

Lena and Alex, a young couple on a road trip, decided to stay the night at the cabin. They were intrigued by the legend and the allure of the unknown. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the forest, the couple stepped inside, their curiosity piqued.

The cabin was cold, the air thick with an unsettling silence. The furniture was old and creaked under their weight. Lena noticed a dusty portrait on the wall, its frame slightly askew. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing to the portrait.

Alex leaned in closer. "It looks like an old man, but I can't be sure. I think it's just a painting."

As they explored the cabin, they stumbled upon a small, locked room. The key was lying on the floor. Intrigued, Alex picked it up and unlocked the door. Inside, they found an old wooden chest. They opened it, revealing a collection of letters and a journal.

The letters were addressed to a man named Old Zhang. The journal entries were filled with his struggles and his quest for justice. It seemed that Old Zhang had been a man of great wealth and power, but his fortune had been stolen from him by a cunning rival. In his final moments, he had cursed the cabin and the land around it, vowing to take revenge on the thief.

Lena and Alex were shocked by the discovery. They felt a strange sense of dread, as if they were being watched. The air grew colder, and the shadows seemed to move. Lena felt a chill run down her spine. "Do you think this is just a coincidence?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Alex shook his head. "I don't know, but something is definitely off. Let's get out of here."

As they tried to leave the cabin, they found that the door had mysteriously locked. The room was dark, and the air was thick with tension. Lena felt a presence behind her, and she turned to see Old Zhang's ghostly figure standing in the doorway.

His eyes were hollow, and his expression was filled with malevolence. "You have disturbed my peace," he growled. "Now you will pay the price."

Before Lena could react, Old Zhang's ghostly hand reached out and grabbed her. She felt herself being pulled through the air, her feet leaving the ground. Alex tried to reach for her, but he was too late. Lena was gone.

Terrified, Alex searched the cabin for Lena, but she was nowhere to be found. He checked the locked room again, hoping to find some clue about her whereabouts. The journal entries were scattered on the floor, and he noticed one that had been torn out.

It was a letter from Old Zhang to his rival, detailing the theft of his fortune. The rival's name was listed at the bottom. Alex realized that he was next. He had to find Lena and put an end to this.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, he was pursued by the ghost of Old Zhang. The trees seemed to close in around him, and the air grew colder. He stumbled upon a clearing, where he saw Lena tied to a tree, her eyes wide with fear.

"Help me!" she cried out.

Alex rushed to her side and untied her. They ran together, trying to escape the ghostly pursuit. The forest seemed to close in on them, and they were running out of time.

Suddenly, they reached the edge of the forest and saw a path leading out. They ran down the path, the sound of Old Zhang's footsteps fading behind them. They reached a small town and collapsed on the ground, exhausted and relieved.

As they rested, Lena looked up at Alex. "I can't believe we made it out alive. Do you think Old Zhang will ever rest?"

Alex shook his head. "I don't know, but we have to make sure no one else ever enters that cursed cabin."

Lena nodded. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect others from the same fate."

As they sat there, watching the sunset, they felt a sense of peace. They had survived the curse of the Cursed Cabin, but the legend lived on, a warning to all who dared to venture too close to the heart of darkness.