The Devils Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It rested on the edge of a quaint village separated only by a small patch of fir trees; it nestled in a small clearing at the start of a much larger forest. No one could remember how that cabin found itself there; there hadn’t been any signs of construction, no greetings from foreign faces and there was no letter of warning sent ahead to prepare us for the possible noises the construction could make. It had just somehow appeared there one night as if it had sprouted right up out of the ground.
