Writer Shares Creepy Story About Staying in a Log Cabin, And It Sounds Like A Netflix Movie

What does this scenario sound like it might be the premise for? A writer needs to buckle down and get some work done, so he rents a remote log cabin in the middle of nowhere in Australia. What could possibly go wrong?

Sounds like a horror movie in the making in my book. But that’s exactly what writer Tom Taylor did so he could wrap his head around a few different projects. Taylor is the creator of the TV series The Deep, and he also writes for Marvel and DC Comics.

Taylor’s time in the Australian bush did not go as planned, and he shared his entire spooky store on Twitter for all to read.

Hang on tight, this is creepy!

So, hey.
I somehow managed to book a creepy log cabin to do some intensive writing in for a few days…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

I’ve been laughing to myself about just how cliched-horror-movie this cabin is. But at 5.30am, out of nowhere, despite it blowing a gale out there for hours, wind chimes start chiming for the first time from the porch…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

Now, I’m just about to go to bed, but I’m not sleeping through annoying, spontaneous wind chimes, so I head out there…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And I see the wind chimes hanging on a rusty hook. I figure I can reach them, and I walk out onto the porch in my socks.
And the door immediately slams shut behind me. Of course…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

Uh oh…this doesn’t sound good.

I frantically check the door’s not locked. It isn’t. I’m not stuck on this porch in this gale in my socks and a T-shirt. But I do hear something in the bushes…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

I don’t think much of it. There’s been possums running all over the roof all night (cute Australian possums, not those weird US ones). It’s the bush, things are allowed to move in bushes…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

I manage to stand on my tippy toes and grab the rusted wind chimes from the rusted nail they’re hanging on, and I hear the noise again…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

What could it be…?

Now I’m kind of giggling to myself because of how creeped out I’m feeling, so I grab my phone to take a photo of the murder cabin I’m writing in for a few days. Here it is… pic.twitter.com/M6iFVSJofI

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

“Murder cabin” has a nice ring to it. Anyway, back to the story.

And straight after I take the photo, there’s a flash. I check to see if my phone’s flash is on – it is. I try to turn it off to take another photo, but something flashes over me…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And it didn’t come from my phone…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And there’s the sound again. But this time it’s heavier. Like a footstep…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

I’m starting to crawl under my covers now…

And there’s another flash against the wall of the cabin.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, thinking I’ve left the torch on, which I somehow have, and I manage to shine it in my own face as I try to turn it off to take another photo of the cabin…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

But then I realize I didn’t shine my phone in my face. Something else flashed in my face, & my brain is yelling at me…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

I’m telling myself I’m being stupid and that I did flash my own face & the ‘footstep’ was probably a kangaroo or something, so I turn to confront the animal making the sound, and…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And, at 5.30am, in the dark, outside the murder cabin, SOMEONE IS STANDING THERE…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

Holy sh*t!

I can’t see their face. They’re wearing a head torch…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And I’m running. I know I slipped at some stage in my socks, as I ran up the porch. I definitely kicked the wind chimes. I ran through the door and slammed it shut and locked it…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And here’s the thing. Several tweets later, I’m sure it was probably just a super-early-morning jogger or something, who was curious about the guy standing in his socks taking photos of a cabin with a flash…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

But if it wasn’t, I’m letting you all know, just in case.
And here’s this helpful picture I accidentally took mid-panic-run, if you need photographic evidence to go with this testimony. pic.twitter.com/pEHJ551JGP

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

And there were more wind chimes.

Update: I just heard the wind chimes again. The wind chimes I know for fact aren’t hanging up anymore.

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

THIS IS SCREWED. I am not joking. Lying in bed and the bedroom door just suddenly blew open with a bang…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

It gets worse.

OH. COME ON! pic.twitter.com/lq7WXNUteU

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 25, 2019

Another update later on.

I realize it’s been 8 hours. Just wanted to let you all know, I’m okay.
The story didn’t end there, but my phone battery did, and the charger was in my car OUTSIDE – so, you know, physically impossible to retrieve…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

So, this is what happened next.
Before my phone died, I spoke to my wife and told her I was sure I’d be fine.
And then I took a video… of the bedroom ceiling…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

I’m lying in bed, and the ceiling is making this sound… and then my phone dies… pic.twitter.com/wU7NHvXoCz

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

OMG…

I’m lying there staring at the ceiling, which is apparently counting down to my death, when the wind chimes rattle across the porch floor, and then something very big runs across the roof…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

I’m assuming it was a large possum, and definitely not a hellbeast.
Eventually, exhausted, I close my eyes…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

But it wasn’t over…

And I wake up to a BANG!
I’m instantly more awake than I’ve ever been before. I’m on my feet, but I don’t remember getting out of bed…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

Someone is BASHING ON THE FRONT DOOR…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

I’m standing motionless, in my underwear, ignoring the still-ticking ceiling, trying not to breathe too loud, trying not to make a single sound. I AM A PETRIFIED NINJA…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

More bashing commenced.

The bashing starts again…
Without stopping to do anything sensible that would make me feel less vulnerable, like put on pants, I walk slowly to the front door, and there’s a large shadow on the venetian blinds. A very big person is standing on the porch of this remote cabin…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

The bashing starts again.
I, eloquently, call out, “WHAT?!”
The bashing stops…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

I see the guy shift and he calls out.
“Package”…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

After the night I’ve had l, there’s no way I’m opening the door to a stranger delivering a package to a remote cabin…
Also, I’m in my underwear.
Also, I can’t open the door because I frantically locked it during the night and I have no idea what I’ve done with the keys…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

He calls out, “Can you sign for it?”
After a way-too-long-and-awkward-pause, I say, “Um… No?”
…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

Helpfully, I call out, “Just leave it, mate!”
“I can’t really…”
“JUST LEAVE IT!”
…

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

What was in the package?

So, what are we thinking?
Still-beating heart or trapped soul? pic.twitter.com/SxOOnVNkxe

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

But I guess we’ll never know.

Why are so many of you asking me what’s in the mysterious package?
Why the hell would I open it? You think I’m going to bring it INSIDE??
No. It stays outside. With the wind chimes. pic.twitter.com/5Ebx5diiHy

— Tom Taylor (@TomTaylorMade) March 26, 2019

Would you stay out there all by yourself?!?!