No Way Home
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.
Eilidh placed her hand firmly against the peeling bark of the Alder tree beside her, feeling her breath quicken in pace, becoming ever-the-more-shallow by the minute. "It could be kids... They're always out here, up to something...", she reasoned. But everyone knew. Everyone was aware of what happened here, particularly on this night, thirty years prior.
