The Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. My best friend, Unique, and I were right in front of the window, the candle was beaming right into our eyes. Something about it didn’t feel right, “Ooouu, let’s check out what’s happening in there, Naomi.” Unique cheered, I glared at her with so much discernment. She has already convinced me to be in the streets late at night with barely any street lights on. I’m dressed up in a black sweat shorts, a black cropped hoodie, and black air force ones. Unique is wearing the same thing, but in white; “Look at what we’re wearing. I’m sure whoever is in there is a pervert.” I nag, she stares at me violently; I look around the empty streets. I look into the woods and I see a tree hanging; as if it would break any second. I was that tree, I looked down into the large puddle in between the bricked sidewalk we were walking on and the gated cabin across from us. I see my face drooping in the water’s frame, all I could think was this is how I felt everyday. Deformed, misunderstood; weird. “Come on, Naomi!” She wasn’t going to stop telling me to come with her inside that scary cabin; she was stubborn like that. She always got us into trouble, though we always got out of it. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes and I followed her across the puddle. My feet were soaked, and cold; I followed her to the cabin anyway. When she began to crouch, so did I, when she looked into the window I stayed crouched against the cabin. “Okay, I think it’s clear to go in.” Unique whispered, She goes over to the front door and gently opens it.. Something inside of me wanted to tell Unique “No, stop.” But I knew she wouldn’t have listened to me anyway, so we went inside the creepy, dim cabin. The first thing I noticed was the fireplace, it was in the center of the floor. It had a rocking chair beside it and a brown and red wool rug in front of it. It seemed like someone had just put a fire out. “Unique, someone’s in here.” She rolls her eyes, “Duh.” We both heard a creak coming from the bottom of the cabin, I yanked my whole body back. “We have to get out of here, it doesn’t feel safe.” I trembled, “You don’t feel safe anywhere.” She snaps, I begin to give Unique the death stare. “WELL, YOU FEEL SAFE ANYWHERE! EVEN WHEN IT’S NOT SAFE!” I shouted, frustrated with her I stormed out of the cabin and I left her behind. I was tired of following her around like some type of pet. I began to walk back to the bus through the puddle, I looked down at my fourteen year old face; I asked myself how in the hell did I get here. All of a sudden I hear Unique shout, I pulled my head backwards. She began to hawler again and for some reason I turned around and I ran towards the cabin. Luckily, I always carry a pocket knife. I swing the cabin door open and I don’t see anyone, not a person or best friend in sight. The screaming even stopped, but the candle was still lit against that window. I grabbed it and I took it with me down the hall, I opened each door and each room was empty with either mold or an infestation of rats. “Why in the hell did she want to come here..” I began to hear muffling, as if someone was trying to keep quiet. “UNIQUE, ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME?!” I shaked my head and I began to feel enraged in my heart and soul. “THIS IS NOT SOME KIND OF JOKE! I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!” I moved into what must’ve been the kitchen, empty with a rusted refrigerator, rusted oven, and rusted, brown counters. The floor was disgustingly yellowish, brown; it smelled like pure urine. I looked inside the fridge and there’s tons of containers with some red and sluggishness. It smelled like pure death; I began to hear what sounded like a small “help” . I looked behind the foul smelling fridge and there’s a hole in the wall. I truly didn’t want to go inside, but I had to. Unique was my best friend, I grabbed the candle and I went inside the dark hole. I mean it was completely pitch black I could not see a single person or thing. I just knew it smelled foul, like something had died inside. I went deeper inside the hole, I could hear the muffling clearer; I started to feel around, “Unique?” I took the tape off of her mouth; “Hello? Unique?”
