Zoe Deyermond

Watch For The White Bird

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The dancing flame was a beacon against the dense fog of the night. Between the flickering of the golden orb in the window, an ominous shadowed figure can be seen pacing back and forth from within the dilapidated building. In the distance, from the myriad of trees engulfing the small cabin, large branches snap and crack, echoing throughout the still air. Each bone-snapping crack becomes louder and louder as the lurking creature inches closer.