The cabin

A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic.

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Night had already taken over and all he had was a flashlight and no clue on how to get back. He knew it was already too late and too dangerous to keep going through the perilous forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when almost luckily enough, he stumbled across a broken-down cabin. It was dark, and seemed like no one had visited it in years, but he knew it was the only place where he could rest until daylight, especially since his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered, so he let himself in where strangely enough, a perfect bed fitted for one person awaited him in the center. He knew that if the owner came back he could explain himself, he was sure that the owner wouldn’t mind, or was even probably dead. So he went ahead and got himself comfortable in bed. As he tried to sleep, he couldn’t ignore the collection of paintings around the room; portraits of strange looking people all peering at him, each wearing a smile that sent chills up his spine. Not too long after his exhaustion from the hike got the best of him and he was able to ignore the faces.

The next morning he got up early and was shocked to see that there were no paintings around the room, but windows…

When he left the cabin to head home it seems like he was been followed. Turning back there was nothing there , laughter comming out from the forest 🌳.

He began to run as fast as he could. At a time he stop he saw the clouds in front glowing in red color, thunder streaking, wind moving heavily. He couldn’t take it any longer he decided to go back to the cabin.

Turning back he saw kid’s face crying 😭 coming towards him , he ran deeply into the forest 🌳 he did stop until he had reach the cabin .

He entered, shot the door and locked it really tight. He heard knock’s ✊ on the door but he was too scared to open up 🆙….

He heard his name, his mother do call him (hurry). Knowing his mother was already dead ☠️ .

He couldn’t stop shaking, he locked up all the windows 🪟 to make sure that he was save but didn’t know that the basement was open.

There he heard a voice ( come and help me, am stuck in the basement) repeated two to three times. As he got down to the basement, he saw the kids he saw on his way home .

Shooting ( help me , help me )……

They were Coming up looking 👀 like a half reptid begin. Some don’t have legs , some don’t have hands 🙌🏻, some don’t have heads while some don’t have the under part of the body . They all look 👀 like ghost 👻

He ran out off the cabin , he kept run and run until he was stabbed by a tree 🌳 and he dead 💀

Am done

Thanks for my story 🥰