Quick note, I'm used to writing from the first person point of view, and I think some of my tenses might be f-ed up in this. If it sucks and is obvious please let me know.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Cabin in the Woods

"I still don't think this is a good idea," the pretty brunette squeaks from the backseat. Her eyes nervously scan the empty forest passing by, hoping—yet dreading—that her fears of those woods are not entirely irrational.

"Ah, c'mon!" one of her friends laughs, "We'll only be in an old abandon cabin in the woods for the weekend, with no cell phone service, one way in and out, and where nobody else in the whole world knows we'll be. What could possibly go wrong?"

Her three companions burst into laughter, "that's not funny, Ryan."

He groans, turning his head to face the secret object of his affection, "Seriously, Samantha, nothing bad is going to happen to us. I promise."

"Yeah, that's nice," Samantha shoves his head forward again, "Keep your eyes on the road please."

Her neighbor in the back giggles, twirling a strand of red hair over and over between her fingers. "Stop being silly, Sammy!" she laughs, "it's the perfect get away, right Brandon?" she coos to her boyfriend in the passenger seat. They giggle to themselves, cracking jokes at Samantha's expense and interlocking fingers in the most disgustingly affectionate way.

Ryan peers into the review mirror just in time to catch Samantha rolling her eyes in revulsion. They stop suddenly, "I thought I told you to keep those things on the road?!" she barks.

"R-right!" the driver stutters, having been caught off guard.

"Not like that matters for very long," Brandon remarks, surfacing from his and the red heads' private tryst.

"What?"

"Yeah, the only way to get to this place is through this old trail. No way a car can fit down there," he shoves a fist into Ryan's arm, "didn't you tell her?" he chuckles.

"No," Samantha answers flatly. Her eyes catch Ryan's in the mirror again. His break away quickly, unable to stand their ground against her dagger stare.

"I-I," he stutters again, "it's not that far of a hike."

"Hike?" she responds flatly. The red head giggles once more.

"The trail is a bit overgrown, but…" she catches him spying into the mirror and he, again, is the first to break away, "it'll be so worth it, Sammy," he pleads, "the cabin looks great from the outside!"

"Outside?" she straightens in her seat, "Ryan...have you ever been inside it?"

She witnesses his gulp via the mirror, "Well…no."

"Shit…" she grumbles.

"But like I said it looks like it's still in great condition! Sure it has a broken window or two but—"

"Oh great, so I'll be setting up my sleeping bag over broken glass?!" Ryan squirms beneath her tone, "thanks, Ryan, this sounds like it will be a lovely weekend!"

The foursome remain, mostly, silent for the rest of their journey. Samantha refused to speak to any them—aside from her occasional remarks of how she believes this trip be the worst idea in the history of mankind—as they hiked the trail to the cabin.

"You can turn around any time you want!" Brandon would retort each time her lament would heighten.

"Seriously, guys!" the brunette finally shouts as the forest surrounding them broke to reveal the ancient cabin, "does nothing about this just feel…" her voice faded as her eyes began to wander. She folded her arms over her chest, a sudden breeze forcing a chill into her bones.

"Feel what, Sammy?" her red haired friend asked in her natural perky tone.

"Wrong," Samantha whispered. None of her companions heard her remark. Or if they did they all opted to ignore her, lugging their duffle bags over the steps of the front porch. The wind caused the wooden porch swing bang against the cabin walls with a sickening thud.

"Check it out!" Brandon yelled, punching his friend in the shoulder once more. He raced up the steps to investigate the two parallel holes decorating the front door, "looks a bear tried to get in!" he held up a claw shaped hand, "roar!" he growled to his girlfriend. She appropriately giggled.

"Hey, Samantha?" Ryan was standing on the first step, "y-you coming?"

She nods faintly, but quickly turns her head to follow the breeze as it tickles her cheek. Her gaze is drawn to a small patch of earth just on the left side of the cabin. Leaves piled high cover an oddly shaped lump in the dirt. Samantha hoped it was her eyes merely deceiving her, but she could have sworn she saw a once white cloth peeking out from beneath the leaves. At the head of the mound were what looked like— through Samantha's eyes— to be two lopsided makeshift crosses.

Then she heard the scream, and a thud. Samantha's eyes snap from the dirt to the cabin at once. Inside she heard her friends groaning and yelling and her legs carried her to the threshold before she could think twice.

The red headed girl lay unconscious on the blood stained and blackened wood floor, her boyfriend towering over her in shock. Ryan was already vomiting in the corner. Though a normal reaction would be to puke or scream or faint upon witnessing the carnage on the cabin floor Samantha could not bring herself to do any of these things. She was frozen, her eyes glued and unblinking at the pile of bodies on the floor. If you could call them bodies anymore. They're nothing but a pile of bones and discomposed…something. Rotting amidst the broken glass and scattered objects of the cabin. Holes were blown into the unsteady walls. Plates and mugs lay broken in about as many pieces as the once people mutilated on the ground. The wooden decor was covered in dried, unidentifiable goo. One body still had a dagger protruding from its decaying carcass. And everything, absolutely everything was drenched in blood; disgusting, stinking, dry and cracked black blood.

Finally instinct kicks in and Samantha takes a fragile step backward, only to have her heel crunch against something breakable. Her head jerked downwards as she lifted one shaky leg. Beneath her boot lay the crushed bones of a man's right hand gone bad.

The scream finally escaped her paralyzed throat.

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