The night swallowed Sarah and Michael as they made their way deeper into the woods. The trees loomed overhead, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the hushed whispers of the wind. They had managed to escape the clutches of the town, but the sense of danger still clung to them like a shadow.
Every step they took seemed to echo through the darkness, heightening their unease. Sarah could feel eyes watching them from the depths of the forest, unseen and malevolent. She glanced at Michael, his face etched with determination, but she could see the fear that mirrored her own.
They had to find a place to hide, a sanctuary away from whatever haunted Ravenswood. Sarah's mind raced, desperately seeking a solution amidst the growing uncertainty. And then she saw it—a faint glow emanating through the trees, like a beckoning light in the abyss.
With renewed hope, they followed the ethereal glow, winding their way through the undergrowth. As they drew closer, the source of the light revealed itself—an old, dilapidated cabin nestled amidst the ancient trees. The sight of it brought a glimmer of relief to their weary souls.
Pushing open the creaking door, they entered the cabin cautiously, their senses on high alert. The interior was sparsely furnished, with dust-covered surfaces and a faint smell of decay. Sarah and Michael exchanged a wary glance, a silent acknowledgment of the potential dangers lurking within.
They huddled near a broken window, their eyes scanning the darkness outside. The night seemed to press in on them, thick with an otherworldly presence. The cabin offered them a temporary respite, but they knew they were not yet safe.