Stacy was on her daily run acrross the hiking trail when she noticed a small house, a cabbin. She had never seen it before, but based on how it looked it seemed to have been there for years. She quikly checked her phone for the time and decided to have a little look around.
She slowly opened the door and stepped in. It didnt smell like how she thought it would, but more like oranges and fire, almost as if a candle had been rescntly lit. She yelled 'Hello' but there was no reply. she took a few more steps into the house and took a minute to look a bit closer to see if anything looked weird, but it was too dark. then she hear a thud and then not long after a racoon came running out the door and into the forist. She slowly reached in her pocket for her phone and terned on the flash, whilst gripping the handdle to the door she ponted her phone to where the sound had came from, but all she saw was a key. But a key to what?
She took the key and checked every door to see if anything was locked but nothing was. She only had 1 more door to check and sure enough it was locked. She tried the key and it worked. Stacy opend the door and behind it ws a staircase. She slowly walked down, then she finaly made it to the last step but whatever was infrount of her was too dark to see. She lifted up her phone for the flash only to find it was dead. But luckily there was a light switch on the wall
Stacy flicked the light on only to see 8 or 9 people standing there with black robes covering their faces. It semed like hours had past by when 1 of them finaly spoke '10' and with that the basment door slamed shut and the light went out.
