The Comfy and Cozy Cabin (Part 2)

“Danny’s Bar” is one of those places that still exist solely because it’s the only place within thirty or so miles to get a drink.

Those people, the ones who are doing God knows what in my cabin right now. They made me want to drink, to forget them as quickly as possible. I honestly can’t explain it. They made me feel fear, want to curl up in a ball and scream. I was shaken in a way I’ve never been before.

I walked up to the bar, sat down. Three whole people were here. Busy night, I thought.

Why did I let them stay at my cabin? I could have come up with a good lie. Rat infestation, sewer pipes exploded, something, anything to make them leave. No. I just let them in. Let them have full run of the house. I guess the need to get away from them as quickly as possible took precedence.

I ordered a shot of Old Crow. The bartender, Dan, presumably, poured the drink and pushed the shot glass towards me. He didn’t even look in my general direction.

And what was the deal with that girl? Everyone else who brought a small kid to the cabin would introduce me to them. Promise me that their child isn’t at all like all the other kids. Sam and Martha just left her in the backseat, like she was luggage. I can’t believe how close I was to busting a window out, and taking her with me.

I drank the shot down in a quick gulp, grimaced at the strength. It tasted horrible.

I ordered another.

I was sure that the kid wasn’t theirs. Sam had black hair, Martha had brown. The girl was a blond, and I very much doubt anyone would have given those creepy fuckers adoption rights.

Those bad people were doing bad things in my cabin. I was never so certain of something in my life.

The next shot went down easier. I can’t remember how many more I had, which probably means I had too many.

Somehow I managed to get home without a single incident that I could remember. I passed out the second my face hit the bed.
I had a very vivid dream that night. The blond haired girl stared at me for the entirety of my sleep. Just sat and stared. It’s the first time I’ve actually felt time pass normally as I slept. I couldn’t move, so I watched her look at me with that composed, fearful face for ten hours straight. She tried to say something once, but it came out in a warbled mumble. Right before I woke up, I saw a shadow slowly appear on her. It was the shadow of a person standing behind me. It raised its hand, she breathed in real deep, like she was going to scream. I woke up before that happened.

My head was pounding. I was experiencing the general malaise of a hangover, and my dream had freaked me out pretty bad. Laying back down was not an option. I shambled towards the bathroom sink like a zombie, splashed water in my face, looked up at the mirror, screamed, and fell back into my bathtub.

My eyes looked just like Martha’s; dead. Two minutes away from having my eyelids stitched over them. I sat in the bathtub, with all the clothes I had on since yesterday, for nearly an hour. I finally gathered the courage to stand up, to face my reflection. My eyes were normal, alive. I laughed it off. I was in a half awake state, it was all in my mind.

I washed myself, and felt two hundred times better. I went into the kitchen, started making breakfast.

The fog left my brain, and I started thinking again. Those people that are in my cabin left such a terrible, spooky impression on me that I sat in my bathtub for the better part of an hour because I thought a part of my body resembled one of theirs. There was no way they were normal, and my brain kept cycling through the same spiel over and over again. I finally broke down and called the police.

I called the station located twenty minutes away from my cabin. I was going to lie at first, tell them that I think they might have loads of drugs or something. I decided on being frank. I told the woman on the other end that the people in my cabin made me very uneasy, that they had a kid that was more than likely not theirs.

“…What do you think they’re doing?” The woman sounded slightly annoyed. I imagine she had to stop watching her soaps to deal with me.

“I don’t know, but I just think they’re doing something bad. I just can’t shake the feeling.”

“Okay, we’ll have someone look into it. What’s your name?”

I had already told her my name earlier. “Mark Gray.”

“Okay, we’ll see what we can do.” She hung up.

My mind was a little more relaxed. If they really were doing something, I’ll be notified, and the cops will deal with them. If I don’t get a call, then I was being extremely paranoid for nothing. Or it meant that they didn’t send anyone to check out the cabin.

I went to work the next day, sold loads of furniture. It was the best week I had all year. My phone rang once. It was a friendly robot wanting to help me get rid of my credit card debt. As the week went on, I stopped thinking about Sam and Martha.

I was going to make the trip up to the cabin on Saturday to clean it. I had another group coming up on Sunday.

On Friday night, I had another one of those vivid dreams where I could feel time pass. I could move my head around this time, but nothing else. I couldn’t even close my eyes. All I saw for a long time was darkness. After a while, I started to hear a low murmur, and something darker than the darkness came out of the black void. It moved closer and closer until all I saw was the dark figure standing before me. It opened its eyes. They were long dead; the right one was slightly oozing some kind of liquid. I couldn’t scream. The only sound I could hear was the murmuring, the whispers of a language I’ve never heard before.

The black thing stared at me for a good hour before it decided to move away. When it did, I saw two more figures in the black void. One had the same dead eyes, it just stared at me. The other one was shorter, the size of a child. It didn’t have eyes. I saw two bloody holes where its eyes were supposed to be. Blood slowly dripped from the small black apparition’s eye sockets. The figure with the oozy right eye walked over to the two and stood beside them. The blackness slowly started to seep away. My surroundings slowly became the cabin. The things with eyes became Sam and Martha, they were horribly disfigured. I tried to not look at them. The small figure turned into the little girl. Her clothes were covered in blood, as were the tips of her hair. Her eyes were gone, and still leaking dark red blood. She looked at me with contempt on her face.

I woke up screaming.