The Cabin

A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself, something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal at first. Trees and bushes took over his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. After a few hours, he figured that he walked enough and it was time to go home. The sky was already getting dark and so he needed to get back, fast. That’s when he realized that he didn’t recognize the trail going back. He started to panic.

The 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 walking through the pitch-black forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when, luckily, 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 because his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered, so he let himself in. A perfect bed for one person awaited him in the center. He knew that if the owner came back he could explain himself, so he was sure that they wouldn’t mind. He went ahead and got himself comfortable in the bed. As he tried to sleep, he couldn’t ignore the odd collection of paintings around the room; portraits of strange-looking people all peering at him, each one with a smile that sent chills up his spine. Not too long after, the exhaustion from the hike got the best of him and he was able to ignore the faces and fall asleep.

The next morning he got up early, and while rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms, he noticed that the room wasn’t full of paintings, but windows.

-This story is not mine, therefore I take no credit of it.-