David Marsden
Stories (2/0)
The Cabin in the Woods
Helena's dilemma. The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Helena saw the light in the distance and felt a sigh of relief after walking for so long. She found herself lost in the eerie woods. All around her was a deathly silence. Her back pack weighed on her strained body. So she stopped, dropped it on the floor and shrugged her aching shoulders. The night had turned chilly. She took out her combat trousers and jacket and put them on over her shorts and tee shirt to keep warm. Moments later, she headed toward the light, hoping to be invited to shelter for the night. She trudged on through the bracken and bramble undergrowth, often getting her feet snagged. The light seemed to flicker on and off as the branches masked its view. Then the light disappeared for good. Helena surmised the occupants had gone to bed. It was late, and the sun had set, but the moon offered some light as it appeared in intervals through a black, cloudy sky. Helena heard footsteps and heavy breathing. She turned, but no one was there. She quickened her tired legs and headed toward the spent light. Terrified, she fought on, tripping and scrambling back to her feet. She ran in a frantic mood. In the distance, the cabin appeared and Helena rushed towards it with the footsteps and heavy breathing hot on her heals. When reaching the forlorn old cabin, she banged in haste on the dry, splintered door. No one replied. She banged some more. The door creaked open. Helena stood there in the doorway, looking into the uninviting blackness of the interior of the cabin. With some reluctance, she entered...
By David Marsden2 years ago in Fiction