Neoccihia McNair

The Cabin in the Woods

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Erie as it was, its flicker in the blue-black darkness summoned the motion of the Sergeant’s swift movement. The full moon moving through the sway of trees, exposing the dark muck and dead leaves under his boots. Sarge was a battle-hardened man; fear had left his heart years ago and left tracks in his forehead; lines that moved with his furrow brows when he spoke. Many at camp referenced him as the man without a soul. You could hear an emptiness in the hollow of his voice, a tone that was void of remorse.