Darkness in the Woods: A Night of Terror at the Cabin

It was a dark and stormy night when Hannah arrived at her aunt's cabin deep in the woods. She had driven for hours, and she was exhausted. Her hands were shaking with cold as she stepped out of the car and made her way towards the front door. The wind was howling through the trees, and the rain was pouring down so hard that Hannah could barely see where she was going.

As she fumbled with the key to the front door, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She spun around, but there was nothing there. Just the trees and the rain and the darkness. She shook her head and unlocked the door, relieved to be inside.

The cabin was small, but cozy. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace, and the smell of woodsmoke filled the air. Hannah curled up on the couch, glad to be out of the storm, and tried to ignore the ominous feeling that was creeping up from the pit of her stomach.

She had come to the cabin to find some peace and quiet. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and she needed some time away from everything to figure out what she wanted from life. Her aunt had offered her the use of the cabin, and Hannah had gladly accepted.

But now that she was here, she couldn't escape the feeling that something was wrong. She tried to tell herself that it was just her imagination, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As the night wore on, the storm raged outside. The wind howled through the trees, and the rain pounded against the roof. Hannah couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned on the couch, her mind racing with all of the things she needed to figure out.

Suddenly, she heard a noise. It was a quiet, scraping sound, coming from outside. Hannah sat up straight and listened, her heart racing. She strained her ears, trying to hear what was going on outside.

But there was nothing. Just the wind and the rain and the darkness.

Hannah tried to tell herself that it was nothing, that she was just being paranoid. But as the night wore on, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was in danger.

She paced around the cabin, her nerves frayed. She tried to reassure herself that she was safe, that everything was okay. But with each passing second, the feeling of dread only grew stronger.

Finally, Hannah couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her phone and dialed her aunt's number.

There was no answer.

Hannah tried again, but still, there was no answer.

She hung up the phone, her heart pounding. She felt like she was trapped, alone in the cabin with a storm raging outside and nobody to turn to.

Suddenly, she heard the noise again. It was the same scraping sound that she had heard earlier, but now it was louder. She spun around, trying to locate the source of the noise.

And then she saw it.

Through the window, she could see a figure moving outside. It was a man, dressed in black, and he was trying to force his way into the cabin.

Hannah's heart leapt into her throat. She had no idea what to do. She was alone and helpless, trapped in the middle of nowhere with no way to defend herself.

She ran to the phone, but it was dead. She tried to find something to use as a weapon, but there was nothing in the cabin but a few kitchen knives. She knew that they wouldn't be enough to fend off an attacker.

Hannah was backed into a corner, with nowhere to turn. She tried to stay quiet, hoping that the man outside would give up and go away. But he didn't.

He kept pounding on the door, trying to force his way in. And then, suddenly, Hannah heard the sound of glass breaking.

The man had smashed one of the windows.

Hannah's heart was pounding. She knew that she only had minutes before the man would be inside the cabin. She had to do something.

She ran to the fireplace and grabbed a burning log. She didn't know what kind of damage it would do, but it was better than nothing.

As the man crawled through the broken window, Hannah swung the log with all her might. It connected with the man's head, and he crumpled to the ground.

Hannah screamed and ran out of the cabin as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care. She just had to get away.

Hours later, when the storm had died down and the sun was rising, Hannah stumbled into a nearby town, covered in blood and shaking with fear.

The police were called, and an investigation was launched. But Hannah never found out who the man was, or why he had targeted her. All she knew was that she had survived.

And that was enough.