Deep Purple
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Lanie’s lungs burn from running, she tries hard not to make a sound as she breathes in and out. She found the candle sitting on the dusty sill, a thick layer coated the wood. She always has a lighter in her pack of Marlboro Reds, she struggled against the desire to light one. The view outside of the window is unimpressive, dark trees, dark lane that leads to this cabin. The cabin itself is also unimpressive, broken furniture litters the moldy floor, chairs that once stood strong, are naught but rot-wood at this point. A fridge stands next to a surprisingly empty sink, as she walks by it the light of the candle illuminates her reflection, she sees small spots of blood splatter on her sweatshirt. She barely escaped, the figure that came out from the blackness was quick. Its teeth at first gleamed white, quickly turned red after finding her best friend’s carotid artery. Its eyes, burned blue, like a summer sky on fire. There were six of them that went camping that night, she saw four of them die.
