The Nesting

It must be the perfect short vacation - a small shed in the forest far from the noise and chaos of the city. Sarah and Jason, both tired of the constant stress of everyday life, booked the cabin for a weekend full of peace and relaxation. The booking was simple, and the cabin description was fascinating. The rustic hideaway was surrounded by dense forests several miles from its nearest neighbor, with an old stone fireplace and a large window overlooking the quiet lake.

They arrived late in the afternoon and at Golden Hour. During the Golden Hour, he threw a long shadow over the forest as he put his bag down. The cabin was everything they wanted. It was small but cozy, with a magic that spoke of calm solitude. The living room had a leather sofa worn, some even chairs and a fireplace provided for lighting. The wooden beams overrun in silence, and the smell of old pine fills the air.

But something about the place...

Tonight, when Sarah and Jason settled in front of the fire with a bottle of wine, they began to hear the weak noise - as if something small had moved over the roof. Jason states that what is common in these parts is merely a squirrel or a raccoon.

"Probably nothing," he said.

Sarah nodded, but couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong. The wounds continued, soft, tenacious, and grew larger as the night went on. It wasn't a raccoon. That was different. The noise was rhythmic and as if intentional.

"Maybe we need to check the attic," Sarah suggested that her voice made her more tense than she intended.

Jason frowned, but agreed. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed a flashlight and climbed the stairs to the small attic door. He turned the handle and revealed a dusty, weakly illuminated room, with doors building up. His flashlight beams wiped out the leaf webs and old furniture over the leafy old furniture.

The wounds were now huge and almost busy.

Jason's heart began to beat. He pressed the door completely against him, his eyes searching for the room. There was a wooden box near the small window in the other corner. The sound seemed to come from within.

Sarah, now standing in the door, snapping in the air. "What is that?"

"I don't know," Jason said. "We're watching it."

He slowly lifted the box lid and had a sharp, musty smell that filled the air. Inside, there were eggs embedded in layers of old newspapers - eggs, smooth and pale. Jason reached out, and his fingers trembled as he touched the surface. Suddenly, the scratch stopped. The air changed and seemed to wash away the overwhelming discomfort. Eggs - No, it wasn't just an egg. Something moved.

The egg opened with a sharp snapshot before he pulled away.

Black and shiny glasser. It was small - the size of a rat - its body glowed against the flashlight. His legs were unnaturally long, his eyes were dark and bulbous, attached to Jason with an unnatural intelligence.

He stumbled back into fear, and the creature shot at him at an astonishing speed. He bumped into the attic door, not before the creature cut deep into his wrist.

"Jason!" Sarah cried, rushing to her side. Blood was already dripping from his arm, his wounds deep and pulsating with a nasty heat.

"What the heck was it?" Jason grabbed the air, his voice unsteady.

Sarah did not answer. Instead, he grabbed his hand and pulled him down. They had to go - now. However, when they reached the front door, another sound echoed through the cabin. Scratches have returned, but this time it was louder and more urgent. Heavy blows from above came from above, followed by a choir of smaller, faster noise, like dozens of small feet craving the ceiling.

Sarah's eyes are far away. "You're at home."

Jason opened the door, but before he could escape, creatures from the attic appeared at the door. It was growing - now the size of a small dog, his body is smooth and segmented. His eyes glowed with hunger, more creatures appeared behind them, raw walls from the rafters from the dark corners of the cabin.

They had to go. But when they tried to run for it, more creatures appeared. Scratch noise became a dissonant filling the cabin and repeating her thoughts. They were surrounded.

The creatures quickly moved, with long spindle limbs driving them to blur the ground. Jason and Sarah retired to the corner of the room, shaking in fear as the creature approached.

One of them, his sharp eyes glowed, stretching out with sharply twisted feet, touching Sarah's feet. A cold cold shot that twitches your body. She cried as the creature was wrapped around her and shoved her legs into her skin.

Jason cried out her name, but the creature was around her before he moved to help. The last one he saw was Sarah. Her body twitched as the creature delved into her and dragged her towards the shadows.

The next morning, the cabin was silent. The forest around it remained silent except that the leaves were sometimes grossing. No signs of Sarah or Jason remained, only creepy silence was in the air. The currently open eggs were left on the floor of the attic.

, but when the sun began, the scratch noise began again - first growing, then growing. The now fully grown creature has once again emerged from the darkness. They found a new nest.

And this time they were hungry.