Part 3 — The Cabin
At first, David thought he was hallucinating.
The storm had exhausted him.
The cold was becoming unbearable.
But the shape remained there.
A small cabin hidden among the trees.
The sight filled him with relief.
Someone lived here.
Someone could help.
Someone could tell him where he was.
According to the story, David pushed through the deep snow toward the structure.
The cabin appeared old.
Very old.
No lights shone through the windows.
No smoke rose from the chimney.
Yet somehow it felt occupied.
The closer he got, the stronger that feeling became.
Eventually he reached the porch.
Snow covered everything.
His frozen fingers searched desperately for the door handle.
For a moment he couldn’t find it.
Then his hand brushed against cold metal.
Relief washed over him.
He wrapped his fingers around the handle.
And just as he began turning it, a voice spoke from inside.
“Come in.”
David froze.
The voice had been little more than a whisper.
Yet somehow he heard it clearly through the storm.
For several seconds he stood there staring at the door.
Then survival instincts took over.
He couldn’t stay outside.
Not in weather like this.
So he opened the door and stepped inside.
Immediately, darkness swallowed him.
The cabin was pitch black.
He couldn’t see furniture.
Couldn’t see walls.
Couldn’t even see who had spoken.
Only darkness.
And somewhere within it, something was waiting.
(Part 1) ➡️ https://storiesworld.us/archives/9039
(Part 2) ➡️ https://storiesworld.us/archives/9043
(Part 4) ➡️ https://storiesworld.us/archives/9045