The Cabin

The Strangers

When I told Dad about the trip, he had fear in his eyes. He told me its okay to go. "No Drinking, No smoking and No intercourse! Remember if you do so you have committed sins of the devil. Remember that, but have fun!" He hugged me and helped set up my bag. "Medical supplies, bug spray" he muttered. "I'm pretty sure I have everything. I double checked this morning." I claimed. "Just trying to be sure. Remember to keep the door locked at all times, especially with company." I rolled my eyes. Why does he have to be so paranoid? "I know, and pray each night before you go to sleep." He smiled. "Ok I believe you have everything, Be safe." I nodded. I grabbed my things and waved to my friends. "Bye Dad, love you!" I yelled. "Love you too!" he responded. I got into the car and threw my bag in the back. "Hey Deena, Welcome back!" A girl with red hair squealed with joy and gave me a really strong hug. "Hey Rachael, I'm so glad to see you." Josh smirked at me again while Rachael pulled away. "Knock it off Josh." Patrick snarled. "What?" Josh asked. "You're looking at her wrong. That's what!" Josh rolled his eyes. "So?" "Just because you broke up with your last girlfriend doesn't mean that you should hit on her! She just got back, things are already complicated." They glared at each other as if they were gonna have a fight in the car. "GUYS!" Rachael got in between them and Danielle smacked both of them in the head. "Guys knock it off" I yelled. Then a sharp pain struck me in the head, the same one from before. I moaned in pain, this one was worse than before. A sense of dread, "My head! My head!" I cried. Rachael turned pale immediately. "What's happening to her? Deena are you OK?" I grabbed my head. "Make it stop!" Patrick turned pale. "Guys shut it!" Everyone did. "Should we get her some aspirin? Rachel asked. "No aspirin! No addiction!" I muttered. "God just drink something." Shana demanded. "No! She just got back, you're gonna make her dad send her to rehab again!" Hannah yelled. Danielle held onto me trying to soothe my pain, after a while I fell asleep hearing everyone arguing. In my dream, I was on a plantation surrounded by woods and vegetation. Out of nowhere I saw a little girl run up to me and point. "Look!" I turned to see what she's pointing at but nothing was there. A man in his 40s I believe, came up to see what she was doing. "Eh, I don't see anything sweetheart. What are you pointing at?" The girl pouted. She had a white dress on and her skin was white also she had red cheeks. Her hair was blonde. She was probably around 9 or 8.The man, who I assumed was the dad had a dirty shirt on. It had multiple dirt and sweat stains. His hair was a rats nest, its was a dark blonde color. He had a farmer's hat covering his eyes. I assumed he was a farmer. The girl pointed again. I realized she was pointing at me. "Can't you see her Atticus?" The girl asked. Why would she call her father Atticus? "Hm, sorry Daisy. I don't see anything" He looked up and my heart dropped. "His eyes, where are is eyes?" I whispered. There were 2 black chasms of where his eyes should be. There were scars around the sockets as if someone or something removed them. The little girl looked up at me, I began to scream. Her face was covered in blood, she had claw marks all over them. "Why?" I muttered. "Why are you screaming Daisy?" The man asked. "I'm not screaming Atticus, she is." The girl grabbed his hand and grabbed mine for him to understand. Their skin was cold as ice. At that moment I felt something else. Another presence, I turned to see a woman wearing a white dress. Her hair was blonde, she looked like she was around 30. The look on her face wasn't pleasant, she looked angry. No not angry, she was pissed off. The girl gasped. The woman didn't say anything, but I felt chills across my spline. "Who are you?" I yelled. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. Her skin began to turn red, eventually set into flames. The girl grabbed my arm and cried "Help us! Please Help us!" Then she screamed. I woke with a start screaming myself.

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