ONE NIGHT IN THE CABIN HOUSE (Completed and NOW Edited!!...)

6

Tears filled Claire's eyes as the pale, bloodied face kept replaying in her mind. A wave of nausea hit her. This was the first time she'd ever seen a ghost. Her whole body shook with fear. She glanced at Justine, who was repeatedly looking back at Bateman's injury. Justine's face was flushed with sorrow. Gracia was pacing nervously in a corner. After Claire described what she saw, the fear among the girls intensified.

"This place is evil. I can't stay here anymore," Claire sobbed.

"Where do you want to go?" Justine asked, her voice heavy with concern. "It was less than an hour ago that Bateman left, and look at him now." Her voice cracked with increasing sorrow. "If you leave, you could die."

"If we stay here, we could die as well. That demon behind Bateman's death won't stop until it kills us too. Don't you see?" Claire's voice trembled. "I saw the face—it was terrifying. Bateman's blood was smeared all over it."

"Stop, please," Justine pleaded, her heart pounding.

"Did you mean it ate Bateman's face?" Gracia, who had stopped pacing, asked. She found it hard to believe that could be true.

"Hell no, there's no way it could do that," Justine said, disgust evident in her voice.

"But if it didn't do that, then what about the blood on the knife?" Gracia continued. "Who could have used it?"

"This whole situation is driving me insane," Claire said, clutching her head. "I don't understand any of this. Why did we come here? We shouldn't have."

"Was it a female?" Gracia asked, looking at Claire intently.

"What do you mean?" Claire asked, confused.

"The ghost you saw in the mirror—was it feminine?" Gracia clarified.

"How am I supposed to know? All I remember is the horrific face, with no eyes or mouth, glaring at me."

"I would have screamed," Justine said, her voice shaky.

"We're going to die," Claire said, her faith waning as she looked around.

"Wait," Justine said quietly. "I think I heard something. Or maybe it's just me."

"What did you hear?" Gracia asked.

"I'm pretty sure I heard a sound coming from the door," Justine said, her voice barely above a whisper. The girls strained to listen.

For a moment, there was silence, and then the knocking came again, louder this time.

"What is that?" Claire asked, her heart racing. The knocking grew louder and more insistent.

"Help! Help me, please..." A woman's voice cried out from outside.

"Who could that be?" Justine asked, standing frozen, her heart pounding.

"Lord have mercy," Gracia said, too shocked and scared to move. The noise continued, unrelenting.

"Maybe it's someone like us who's in trouble," Claire said, moving toward the small room's door.

"No, Claire, don't open it," Gracia warned. "I think it's a trap."

"A trap? No, I think it's someone in real trouble. You can't be sure—" Claire said, turning to look at Gracia.

"Don't open that door," Gracia insisted, her voice edged with fear. The cries grew more desperate. "Help me! Don't let me die... I'm in pain. I don't want to die... please help me!"

"She needs our help, can't you hear her?" Claire said, her voice breaking.

"Who on earth is that?" Justine wondered, her eyes fixed on the door.