Fiction

The Girl and the Cabin

A girl writes a blog while on vacation

So, I’ve been going to the cabin since I can remember.

I spent the summers there. It’s nestled deep in the woods, away from everybody and everything. I can maybe get some work done on my book. And, of course, I thought it might be fun to blog about the process.

Day 1

I did it. I finally did it. I got the family cabin for the weekend. No one else. Just me. I want to write. I have the lake to myself. This is going to be so great.

I didn’t do much writing today. I didn’t do much of anything really. I just made coffee and drank it all day. I found some food left in the house left from whoever was here last.

Day 2

Still no writing. Though, I did do some reading down by the lake. It was sunny, and I was the only one there. It looks like all of my neighbors have gone home for the summer. I think I could easily do this the rest of the trip. Maybe I was never meant to write.

Day 3

Another great day. The sun was out, and there was not a cloud in the sky. I read near the lake. Again. I also did not write anything other than this blog. But I’m not worried. I’m getting too much fresh air to worry about it. Maybe my creativity will find me at home. Instead, I hiked a couple of the trails around the cabin. I saw turkeys and deer. Who needs writing? THIS is far far more fun.

Something funny happened last night though. I was sitting on the couch and the picture above me started shaking and knocking against the wall. It took me a minute to realize that it might be the fan. I shut the fan off. But the picture continued to shake. Just weird.

Day 4

Still no writing. But something funny happened again today. I was down at the dock, and I could swear I heard kids laughing. I was sure I was the only one there. I looked and looked but I couldn’t see anyone. My neighbor’s driveways are all empty. Maybe it was some people on a day trip.

They must have stayed a while though because I could hear them laughing again that night. Totally creeped me out.

Day 5

Okay, it’s starting to get less funny. Some weird things are definitely happening.

I came back from the lake today, and as I walked through the living room to the kitchen, I saw a man standing in the bedroom. I dropped my stuff and nearly screamed. But the next second there was no one there. I looked in the bedroom and there was no evidence of anyone being there. The back door was still locked and all the windows were open.

Day 6

I didn’t leave the cabin today. Last night was weird. I heard noises all night long. There were odd creaks and moans in the house that I’d never heard before. Something kept tapping on the widows, and all night long. I could hear the back door opening and closing, even though every time I checked it the door was locked.

Day 7

There’s something outside. I can hear it. I woke up to something snarling, and grunting. I can see things knocked over outside. I can’t see what’s doing it, but it’s still making noises.

I tried to call the police, but the phone’s no longer working, and my cell phone doesn’t get reception out here.

Day 8

I barricaded the door and the windows. I’m terrified. I locked myself in the bedroom. I’m just praying it goes away.

Day 9

Something’s in here with me!

Something’s in here with me!

I can hear it. It’s whispering.

Oh god..oh god… I think something touched me.

Day 10

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Day 11

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Day 12

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Day 13

Hello?

What’s this?

Oh…someone was writing everything down, how cute.

For those of you reading this. She’s still here.

Well, parts of her anyway.