Miriam Rivas

My Little Angel

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The wailing woman would look out the windows of her cabin home and stare into the souls of every weary wanderer, and a few of those unfortunate to look back and meet her gaze were never seen again. My father once traveled through those very woods at night where the cabin lies, when he was but a young man.