Shawna Fiscus

The damned and the doomed

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jake and I had been coming to this part of the woods together since we were kids and never once saw the glowing orange flame in the front window until now. More curious than scared, we proceeded towards the cabin, our footsteps crunching the leaves and branches on the forest floor. It was dusk, and we would normally continue our way through and out of the woods, but not this time.