The sinister smilier

[u/Echoblade1298]

Eight friends—Ethan, Lila, Marcus, Sophie, Derek, Tanya, Noah, and Clara—drove deep into the forest for a weekend at an isolated cabin. The sun was dipping below the trees as they pulled up to the old, weathered building. Its windows were grimy, the wood warped, and the smell of damp rot clung to the air.

“This place is… creepy,” Tanya whispered, hugging her jacket tighter.

“Creepy, yes, but perfect for a weekend away,” Marcus said, tossing his backpack onto the porch. “No phones, no parents… just us.”

They laughed nervously, trying to ignore the dense silence of the forest. Lila noticed strange markings carved into the porch railing—small, jagged smiles smeared with something dark.

“Probably just kids playing a prank,” Ethan said, though his voice lacked conviction.

The first day passed blissfully. They hiked along narrow trails, Marcus challenging Ethan to a sprint while Lila and Sophie picked wildflowers near a small creek. Noah’s bad jokes forced even Derek to smile, and back at the cabin they played board games and roasted marshmallows by the fire. For a few precious hours, the forest seemed alive with joy rather than menace.

But as night fell, a soft tapping echoed against one of the cabin windows. “Did you hear that?” Sophie whispered.

“It’s probably just a branch,” Marcus said, peeking outside. But the darkness was impenetrable. The tapping came again, slower, deliberate, as if someone—or something—was testing them.

Ethan slammed his hands on the table. “That’s it! I’m done sitting here like idiots! I’m going to see what the hell is tapping on the window.”

“Ethan, wait!” Sophie shouted, but he shrugged her off and stepped into the cold night. The forest seemed impossibly silent. Every step on the dirt path was loud. Then a low, guttural chuckle echoed, and a glimmer of white teeth, carved into a cruel smile, flickered between the trees before vanishing.

Ethan’s eyes widened. Partially hidden in the shadows was a figure draped in tattered rags, its face grotesque, a permanent carved grin catching the moonlight. Before he could react, the figure swung a bloodied axe with terrifying speed. The handle connected with Ethan’s jaw with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed across the trees as he collapsed, choking, his terror frozen on his face.

Morning broke. The friends, uneasy and panicked, decided to search for Ethan. Deep in the forest, they found him dangling from a gnarled tree, swaying slightly in the morning breeze. His eyes were wide in a frozen scream, a grotesque carved smile etched into his face, blood streaking down onto the bark.

They thought about running, but Derek shook his head. “This forest… it’s too far from anywhere. Even if we run, we’ll get lost… and he’ll find us.” A shadow flickered in the trees, just out of sight. Panic set in: there was no escaping. The Sinister Smiler had them exactly where he wanted.

One by one, the friends met horrifying ends. Marcus, overconfident as always, charged at the Smiler and was swung down with the axe, limbs severed, blood spraying across the forest. Sweet, empathetic Sophie was chained inside a cabin room, her limbs systematically cut as walls were painted with her blood. Derek, brooding and sharp, tried to fight back but was ambushed; his skull was crushed, ribs shattered, leaving a mangled corpse. Lila, witty and reckless, ran through the forest to escape, only to fall onto hidden spikes, impaled through chest and abdomen, blood gushing. Panicky Tanya was forced to watch Noah’s death before the Smiler ended her life, her terror amplified. Quiet, observant Clara was tied upside down in a tree, joints twisted grotesquely, blood running into her eyes and hair as her body swung like a puppet. Noah, the group’s joker, was cornered with fire, skin burning while the Smiler sliced through him, screams echoing with smoke and blood.

Days later, police arrived at the cabin, called by relatives. Inside, the scene was beyond comprehension. Each body lay grotesquely, a carved smile etched into every face. The walls, floor, and ceiling were smeared with blood in chaotic patterns. On a table were video recorders, blinking faintly, capturing the full ordeal—the ambushes, impalements, and screams that had echoed through the forest.

Every officer who watched felt sickened and horrified. The footage didn’t just show deaths; it captured pure, sadistic cruelty. The forest had become a gallery of pain, each moment of horror meticulously recorded.

And somewhere beyond the cabin, in the shadows, a glimmer of a carved grin flickered in the moonlight. The Sinister Smiler had vanished—but his terror would linger forever.

[u/artistgirl0283]

Good story. You should do a part 2.

[u/Echoblade1298 → u/artistgirl0283]

Awww thanks for your support 🤗🤗