Cabin In the Woods

It started on the weekend in my Freshman year when my friends, their parents, my sister and I stayed in the cabin in the woods. 

It was one of the most beautiful places I'd ever seen, and I immediately fell in love with it. It was a neat little cutting lodge that had been there for over a century, and had been shaped up twice in its existence. It stood in a clearing at the end of the dirt road leading to it, and it had a porch with a shade overhang. 

Everything was made of wood. We came inside the first night, looking around with interest, setting up the bedclothes and dusting off small bureaus and sofas with rat droppings on them. While we were eating dinner, we came to the discussion of the history of the cabin. 

Sarah and her sister Jessica were telling us about the ghost that built and lived in the cabin long ago. They pointed out pictures residing on the wall. One was of a man of stature riding a horse. Another was one of the same man doing a profile of himself smoking a pipe. 

A few others were pictures of people in the later ages...the 60's...the 70's...the 80's...but I though nothing of the ghost story. That night at the campfire, we made s'mores and told scary and humorous stories...i.e., The Three Sticks and Comfy Bear. 

When it was time for bead, we all re-established our official sleeping spots and tucked ourselves in. I fell asleep on a sofa under a stuffed hunting trophy...a deer which seemed to have its eye on me the whole time. I woke up and it was still dark. There were no lights outside, save for he very dull glow of the moon, which was barely even visible. I got up and tried to walk without tripping over anything. 

I couldn't turn any light switches because the generator was off, so I was stuck in the dark, the only one awake. I stood in one spot, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dark. 

When they did, the first thing I saw was the deer trophy, still grotesquely motionless and lifeless...but its eye didn't seem to be on me anymore. It seemed to be on a dark, absent corner of the room.

I slowly turned my head, dreadfully aware of a presence that was not entirely alive...or dead. I strained my eyes as hard as I could to see what was different about the room...nothing out of the ordinary...except, there was a figure, taller then anyone's in the room with us...one that was of a great stature...one that was a man's...one that was awake, and watching me. 

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a small gargling noise from way down in my throat. Right as that sound was uttered, the shadow swiftly glided along the wall, as though whatever cast that shadow was moving. I heard faint footsteps, but as though they were running. 

They went past the dining table, and got very loud in the kitchen, and suddenly they disappeared completely. The door was never opened, and whoever it was never moved again that night...and neither did I. The next morning, I woke up on the floor, somewhat dirty and shaken up. 

The first thing I looked at was the deer trophy, who's eye once again lay upon me, watching my every move, or so it seemed. That afternoon, I went into the kitchen to get lunch, and I smelled something strange near the door.

It smelled faintly of tobacco...nut nobody in the group smoked or chewed anything involving tobacco. And the picture of the man who'd once lived in the cabin was tilted at a strange angle, and remained that way for the entire weekend.

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