1 The Cabin (Part 1)

Why did I ever go to that god forbidden place? With its streaky walls that looked like terror. With its square glass eyes that seemed to be looking upon you as if it were waiting for you to make a wrong move. It wasn't an ordinary cabin it was just a cabin of your worst fears and nightmares. My name is Kara and the horror started July thirteenth.

     "I'm gonna miss you," I told my mom as I packed all of my belongings, in my old Honda Accord, that I will be taking on my trip.

     "Drive safe honey," my mother had told me.

     Then I pulled off to head to my destination. I was on the road for seven hours, as I was traveling down the long mysterious road I realized that there were no people in sight. "Where are all the people?" I questioned. "They must've all left for the summer."

      "Oh, no!" I said loudly."I'm almost out of gas."

     That was the last issue I wanted. On the GPS the nearest gas station was only five miles away. It only took ten minutes to get to the gas station. The place looked forgotten and abandoned. Even the name of the gas station was dying slowly.

     I was even frightened to step out of the vehicle because I thought something would sprang out at me. When I crept to the stained glass doors, I pulled and it actually opened. There was a guy who looked no older than forty.

     "How are you ma'am?" The eerie man asked.

     "Hello, do you have any gas cans?" I directed at him.

     "Yes we do they're all the way in the back," he answered.

     I went to the back, and I picked up three gas cans just in case of an emergency. Walking swiftly to the counter I placed the cans neatly.

     "You must be on a road trip with this many gas cans," he spoke.

     "Actually, I am," I said hesitantly.

     "Where are you headed to?" He asked questionably.

     "To a cabin in Norfay, Oklahoma," I said.

     "I've heard some strange things happened over there a few years ago and nobody's ever been there since," the man explained.

     "I heard it's spectacular out there," I said enthusiastically.

     "Well you have a fun time out there," he responded.

     I walked out of the odd gas station and filled my tank. After that I kept trudging to my destination. It had taken me ten hours to get to my stop, but I finally arrived.The cabin looked very ancient, but I was so eager to see how it looked in the inside.

     Ring, ring.

     The phone buzzed.

     "Hey Mom," I said."I've made it to the cabin."

     As I turned to look around, there was a figure I couldn't make out standing in the woods. The figure had no expression, and it was looking straight at me.

     "Mom, I'll have to call you back," I said while hanging up the phone.

     I got out of the car swiftly and yelled a question.

     "Can I help you!" I shouted hesitantly.

     Instead of an answer, the figure ran away far back into the woods.

     "Well, that was strange," I said puzzled.

     As quickly as I could, I gathered all of the luggage into the cabin, and that was the last time I saw the figure. As soon as I got everything situated, I roamed the cabin. The cabin wasn't entirely decent, but it was nice enough to stay in.

     "This place could use a transformation," I commented in disgust.

     I walked up the creaky staircase with my luggage to go to the room I'll be sleeping in. The room was average, and it had a portrait on the wall of numerous clowns that were taking a photograph. Nothing peculiar about that. My worst phobia has forevermore been clowns. I despise everything about them from their disturbing looks and their petrifying giggles.

     What kind of loony would put a portrait of a group of clowns on the wall. Again nothing bizarre about that.

     "Well, I guess this is my room," I said.

     I decided to turn the spooky portrait around.

     Later on in the evening, I was so famished I could eat a house. I paced to the kitchen and made an appetizing sandwich. As I was eating, the light in the endless hallway began to flicker. It must've been my imagination because there appeared to be a body standing stiffly in the pitch black hallway. I looked around me to watch my surroundings, and then when I turned back it was gone.

     Did I really see something, or was the darkness playing with my mind?

     "I swear I saw something," I questioned myself.

     As much as I have been through in half of a day, I decided to just go upstairs and relax. Today has been a long day and it just got longer.

     Flick.

     The bathroom light turned on.

     I went in there to collect myself. This whole day has been strange from the time I made it in this town. I turned the faucet on and let the warm water soothe my face. Then, all at once I turned the water off and looked into the mirror that was filthy as a garbage can. My head had started hurting, and I was getting nauseous.

     "Oh, my head hurts," I cried in agony.

     The best thing to do was to go to bed and hopefully sleep like a baby. I could barely walk properly without bruising myself, but I made it to the bed, and I went to a place where occurrences never last long. Where I was lying delicately across the pillow with no interruptions. Until, my dream got crushed into a nightmare and everything vanished like a plane in the sky.

     Knock. Knock.

     The front door began.

     "Who would be up at four o'clock in the morning?" I said, while looking at the clock confused.

     Knock. Knock.

     The door rang more loudly and slowly.

     I got up to go downstairs to see who it was. It might be someone looking for directions even though nobody would be knocking at four o'clock in the morning. I opened the door gradually as the hinges creaked. I had no idea what was creepier, the night sky or that someone was knocking.

     "Hello," I said, nervously.

     Guess what, not a single person in sight, only the moon and the stars.

     Ha. Ha.

     Something laughed.

     After hearing that I immediately closed the door and locked it.

     "Is anybody here," I asked anxiously. "Show yourself."

     There was nothing. Only me and my thoughts. After an awkward silence, suddenly there was a sound coming from one of the rooms upstairs. It sounded like a radio playing music.

     "Who's up there," I said, with anxiety.

     My plan was to hurry and pack what I need, then go far away from this terrifying horror story. I've only been here for several hours and paranormal things are taking place. I began walking back up the sturdy stairs to make my way to that awful music. It was coming from a nearby circuit in the bathroom. The radio was playing circus music, and that music made me as tense knowing that I was alone.

     I unplugged the radio as quick as a flash, then I turned around to leave the scene.

     "I have to get out of here," I told myself.

     The only items I grabbed were: my cell phone, my jacket, and my keys. I walked horridly to the stained glass window to plan my escape. Is it safe to even step a single foot outside before getting bombarded? Where would I even go? What am I even escaping from?

     Everything was rummaging through my brain all at once!

     "What in the world is that?" I questioned.

     There was something and it's not the darkness playing with my eyes. I saw what looked like two eyeballs lurking in the bush just as if waiting for its prey. The eyes looked shiny as glitter and bright like headlights. I could see them so perfectly in the blackness. Then I could really see it because it got up from behind a bush, and it looked dead at me.

     With its disturbing laughs, and its petrifying giggles. A clown. It was giving me the creepiest smile that I could ever witness. Then, it started walking to the door, and from what I heard the front door unlocked with a cry. There was one more thing my ears perceived, and it was a chuckle.

     "Just make a run for it Kara, and don't look back," I told myself.

     I ran as fast as my legs could bear, but as I was running away from fear, I realized that there was nothing interfering with my escape. The door was open from what looked like a lunatic, but I didn't bother. I kept sprinting until I made it to the vehicle.

     "Almost there," I whispered to myself.

     As I finally got to the car, I fidgeted with my key trying to find the right one.

     "Come on, where's the key," I trembled with anxiety in my voice.

     I looked back frightened if something was coming, but there was nothing. Why was I even anxious if there was nothing trying to get me?

     After fidgeting with my key for as long as I could remember, I finally found it. I ripped the car door open with so much force that it nearly flew off.

     As I got situated in my car, I said, "Hopefully it starts."

     All of a sudden my whole car smelled exactly like popcorn. I never detected this scent before. My head shot up when I heard a ruckus in the bushes. The bushes started moving one by one as if something was hurdling its way over here.

     "Oh my gosh," I gasped."What was that?"

     Like always there was nothing.

     "Forget this, I'm leaving," I said furiously.

     Screech! 

     The tires went as I sped off.

     "Yeah, come and get me now!" I shouted furiously.

     Pop! Pop!

     "No, oh come on!" My voice sounded exasperated.

     As my head turned slowly to the woods, I spotted a figure holding a red balloon. It was a clown wearing a multi-colored, polka dotted suit. It was giving me a menacing smile on its smeared face.

     "Where's my phone?" I said while panting. "Here it is."

     My fingers dialed nine-one-one sharply, faster than I could text, because there's a maniac roaming around, and my worst phobia has come to life.

     "Come on, come on pick up," I said, shuddering.

     When I looked up to see if the clown was still there, it skipped like a lunatic back into the woods.

     "Hello, hello anybody there," I asked desperately.

     All there was was the answer machine.

     "No, no, no!" I said screaming.

     I could hear my own heart beating for how silent it had got. I could hear shuffling all around me.

     Bang!