Devan Rhea

A Thousand Empty Cabins

"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It wasn't an inviting sight. The kind you'd see on a wintry Christmas eve, with lights draped around the window and snow cresting the bow of the roof firmly threatened by a gust of wind that it might fall upon the deck. Nor was it the kind you hope to see after a long journey. Your feet weary, back hurting and ready for a soft bed to embrace your cracked bones. It was the kind that harbored a unique type of malice."