THE CABIN

1/27/1926 5:14 pm Saturday
There was this creepy cabin that I pass on my way to my new house. It was sitting next to a little graveyard that had only 3 grave stones. No one in this town seems to know what it is whys it there and mainly, what’s inside it. Or maybe they know, and just won’t tell me. I’m Alex by the way; I’m new to this town. I had to move here from Florida because my dad got a “job offer”. It’s just me and my dad now. My mom got killed by someone or something, but my dad doesn’t want to tell the story to me. He won’t tell me what his new job is either. He said I’m “too young” to understand. Whatever that means. The only thing I do know is that there is a knife that has his initials on it in the garage (E.H), but he told me never to touch it. Well, no one seems to talk much around here; maybe the people don’t like their town or something. Anyway, I’m going to go on an adventure to visit this mysterious cabin, and see what mysteries it actually holds and no one is going to stop me.

1/29/1926 4:01 pm Monday
I went to school for the first time today. I asked a girl I just met about the cabin and she didn’t respond back. She just looked at me and backed away. Maybe she didn’t know what I was talking about…I guess. Does she know something I don’t? I feel like my head is going to explode with questions and thoughts, but no matter what, no one is going to stop me from going into the cabin.

1/1/1926 4:16 pm Thursday
As I was walking to school today, I passed the cabin just to see it up close. It was a dark old cabin. It looked like it was falling apart and for some reason, there was burnt wood and ash sitting in front of the door. The windows were all covered in mud and dust, and some of them were shattered to pieces. As the wind blew, the whole cabin shook and made creaking noises that sound like a witch’s evil laugh. As I tried peaking in the window, I got pushed back by something. It was probably just the wind blowing I guess. Nothing was ever going to stop me from going into that cabin...nothing.

1/3/1926 Night one Saturday 4:06 pm
This is the first night I will be visiting the cabin. I have this little feeling that I shouldn’t go, but mostly because if I go in the whole cabin will probably fall on top of me. I’m anxious and worried at the same time. I have to wait until everyone is asleep in my house, just in case if they hear me sneaking out of the house. Even if they do wake up, they can never stop me from going into that cabin, ever.


1/3/1926 Saturday 11:58 pm
I was waiting forever for everyone to fall asleep. I was being as quiet as possible as I was trying to sneak out of the house, but it was extremely hard with such squeaky steps. As I opened the door, I hear my dog bark; I was speeding to get out of the door. Thank god no one woke up! As I was heading down my dark street, it seemed so much creepier when there was no sunlight lighting up the streets. It looked like a ghost town; there were no lights on at any of the small cottage like houses. As I saw the cabin in the distance, I got chills down my back. Approaching the cabin now, I could’ve sworn I saw someone run away from the Cabin, but it was probably someone adventuring the cabin like me. When I went onto the cabin’s porch, I felt like I wasn’t wanted their. The cabin kind of looked like a human slaughter-house. When I tried to open the door, it was locked shut. I thought at that moment, that I would never be able to get it and see what was actually inside their. Instead of giving up though, I thought where the key might be. There’s a key for everything. I looked for that key for well over and an hour. At the point I was about to just give up. I started walking home and heard a noise of medal dropping onto pavement. I looked back anxiously to see a medal key beaming in the moonlight. I walked backed slowly and cautiously. How would the key just randomly drop there? I didn’t have any time to think, I just wanted to see if the cabins lock was just right for that key. I was dawdling toward the cabin, the key couldn’t move itself? How did it even get there? I went back to the old, musty door. Even though I was petrified from going into the cabin now, I had to do. I slowly put the key in the door lock. I turned the key until it stopped turning any farther. As soon as it stopped so did my heart. I slowly opened the door, to see nothing but black. I couldn’t see anything at all. I felt around and I was trying to find something that could at least light the area I was in. I felt around and ended up finding a flashlight 20 minutes later. I flicked the flashlight on and it seemed like a cute little cottage, until I saw another door that said “DO NOT ENTERS “But you should know me by now. I had to go in. I opened the door quietly and there was a dark, unlit stairway leading to what I would think of a basement. There was an extremely gruesome smell that kept hitting me in the face every step I took. As I walked down the steps, the smell just kept getting stronger and stronger. When I got down the steps, the first thing I saw was a huge white table with red stains on it. As I continued to walk, I passed white trash bags, with one big thing in each bag. At the moment I started getting a little freaked out. What was in those bags? Why were there red stains on the table? The questions kept piling and piling in my mind, unanswered. Then as I walked on, I saw some type of knife on a scrapbook. I gently took the tool off the book and opened the scrap book. I flipped through the scrapbook and there were pages and pages of people lying on a white table dead. I kept flipping until I got to the last page and there was a picture of my mom. Lying on the same table. Dead. I quickly shut the scrapbook and put the tool back on the scrapbook. When I put the tool back on the book I took a second and looked at it more closely, and on the handle… The knife had the initials E.H written on it.