The night’s darkness blanketed the cabin and the landscape like a mother and her newly born child. The winter snow on the ground illuminated the moon’s light and made it very easy for seeing into the distance, but there was nothing to see; for miles and miles tall pines and rolling terrain contained nothing but Mother Nature. I lay silently in my bed and watched out my window the snow drifting methodically to the ground. The tall pines stood watching over the cabin and their shadows seemed to have a life of their own. The howling wind caused an occasional screech and moan of the old wooden door. I was alone in my cabin except for the wicked cold, which made me a number of times reach for my blanket as it nipped at my exposed body.
I trembled and my teeth began to chatter as I read my newspaper by the candlelight. As I began reading I came across an article about an escaped madman from a Maine jail. I looked at the picture and for some reason I thought I knew the man, but in reality I knew I did not. I continued to read as I tried to pass time as I expected the arrival of my girlfriend, Michelle, who like myself, was looking for an escape from this harsh world. This isolated spot in Northern Maine had great privacy and seldom had visitors. I lay patiently awake and a wait a knocking on my door.
Suddenly, without warning, the candle blew out and a chill came across my body that was indescribable. I quickly rose to my feet to relight the candle, but I soon realized that I was out of matches. I hesitated to move, I hesitated to breathe, but then there was a knocking on my door and my heart suddenly dropped into my stomach. BANG, BANG, BANG.
... and nervousness spread out all over the floor. Bang! The door close behind me. Staring at the mirror, I ... yelled and was juggling his saber. After the door was locked, he commanded me not to speak to ... tip-toed into her room, unlocked the door, searching something I could get the answer from, ... and wondered why Rebecca had never hit the locked door or screamed raucously for help. I got up ...
I stood frozen in the middle of the room like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. I practically crawled to the door to see who it was. I prayed after each step that it was Michelle, but for some reason I knew it was not. I went to the door and stood silent, almost like I was waiting for that person on the other side to open the door before I did, but they didn’t. I searched for the handle in the darkness, but I need not to find it.
The door swung open, brazing my face. I looked outside with caution and saw nothing but one set of footprints leading into the woods. As I followed the prints in awe from the doorway, I noticed the one set of footprints turned into two. Puzzled and scared, I slammed the door. I found spare matches on the floor and lit the candle, but before I could lie back down again, the knocking was at my door, this time louder and more prominent. Images of death danced in my head for some reason.
I raced to the door grabbed the handle and looked quickly into the white snow for any evidence of a visitor. This time another set of footprints led out back behind my decaying cabin. I called for Michelle before I set foot into the six-inch deep snow. I decided to follow the prints, which were huge and had to be about a size 11 show, and as I took each step there was a faint screaming of a wolf pack deep into the woods that got louder as I continued behind the cabin.
The snow began to fall quickly and before I knew it I was struggling to follow the half-filled snow prints. Thinking to myself that I was going to turn around if the footprints did not end in less than 20 more feet, they ended abruptly. I looked around and found nothing. My consciousness told me to turn around and run to the cabin, but I was curious and confused. Just then I thought of the article I read earlier about the escaped convict and before I knew it the snow turned to rain. That was what I thought at least.
As I stood in place I looked around at the white snowflakes and questioned where the wetness was coming from. That was when I looked up and saw the most horrific sight of my life… a woman was hanging from a noose around her neck, her blood dripping on my shoulders. I screamed and ran, not even checking to see whom it was; I already knew. I ran out of breathe and had to walk the last ten feet into my cabin. But when I got there a message was written in blood in the snow.
... these stairs. Inside the door, turn right and run directly past the apparition. Open the door and enter the garden. ... can surface again, then turn around and climb out. Open the chests, but stand next to them when you ... Talisman. To get rid of the force field, stand in the cell with the Talismans and read ... greenish tint.Climb and mantle up until you can stand, then walk forward until you reach a huge ...
“Run!” I slammed the door and cried; my breath was bouncing off the door back into my face. I turned to grab a chair to put in front of the door, but it was too late. I ended up lying down on the floor with a heavy pain trembling through my body and struggling for consciousness. The culprit stood laughing for a moment before he rushed out the door. That night changed my life.