Mark Singh

The Warning

My parents and I came to my grandparent’s cabin for a few days of relaxation and release from the city life. It was a small log house with a fireplace and lake in the back, and a small barnyard about 10 yards away with a certain ‘cozy’ feeling to it. It hadn’t been used in years, however. I was unpacking my small duffel bag when my father told me to get some firewood from the barn. This was an odd request, considering the wood in there was almost certainly old and unsuitable for lighting. I figured we would go into the town later that night to get some. However, I went to look for the wood.