Beyond fear (Jenny scott)

The cabane

Two days have passed since our movie night, but Ben still hasn't confessed his feelings and I haven't even gotten my kiss. Even in my dreams, Alice woke me up right before Ben kissed me. The nightmares don't stop, the cabin haunts my thoughts and I have to find a way to end this. I made the decision to go there in broad daylight to explore the place and discover what haunts me. I can't tell my friends about it because I fear their reaction.

I come down from my room and walk towards my father. He is immersed in his papers, a way of not thinking about mom who left recently.

"Dad, can I borrow the car?" I need to go do some shopping at the market. »

"What kind of races?" » he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Stuff for girls," I reply with a smile.

My father gives me a look that says it all, he knows I'm serious but he's worried that I'll take his car again and damage it, like I've done several times before.

I leave the house and head towards the car. Once behind the wheel, I head towards the forest, where this famous cabin is located. The trees are getting closer and closer, obscuring the sky. My heart is pounding, I don't know what I'm going to find there, but I'm determined to discover the secret.

I arrive where the car stops, I park and get out of the car. I enter the woods, sinking into the dense forest. The sun's rays fail to filter through the foliage, giving the place a spooky atmosphere. The road is not easy, the thorny branches scratch my face and legs, the twisted roots make me trip.

Finally, I find the cabin. It's old and abandoned, its walls covered in moss and grass, I hadn't noticed that lately at night. The door is ajar, so I push gently and enter. The air inside is dense and dusty, cobwebs hang from the corners of the walls and furniture. I feel like I've entered a tomb.

As I walk around the room, I feel a strange and frightening presence. Shivers run down my spine, I'm not alone. Suddenly, I notice something moving on the ground, a rapid movement that immediately disappears. I peer into the darkness to understand what just happened, but I see nothing.

I continue my exploration and notice that the furniture is covered in a fine layer of dust, with the exception of one chair. It is clean and appears to have been used recently. I reach out and touch the seat, but my hand passes through it, as if it were made of air.

I jump in surprise and step back hastily. That's when I notice a voice, a barely audible whisper calling my name "Jenny." It's a woman's voice, but I recognize the accent. She repeats my name over and over, louder and louder, until it feels like it's coming from inside my own head.

Suddenly I feel a cold hand on my shoulder. I turn around suddenly, but there is no one there. I am alone in the cabin. That's when I realize I've been tricked. This cabin is not just an abandoned building, it is a haunted place, a place that sucks in lost souls.

A deep terror invades me, a feeling that pushes me to want to flee this cabin at all costs. However, I can't help but continue to explore the place, my hands clenching my arms to try to protect myself from the freezing cold that reigns in this isolated place. Suddenly, my eyes fall on a painting that seems strangely familiar. It's the same painting that haunts my nightmares, the one that bears strange and incomprehensible inscriptions in Latin. Yet, I manage to read these words aloud: "INVOCO TE O DAEMON MALI, INVOCO TE DOTESTATEM TENEBRARUM EXPERGISCI NUNC". An instant translation appears in my mind: "I CALL TO YOU O DEMON OF EVIL, I CALL TO YOU POWER OF DARKNESS WAKE UP NOW."

I am gripped by fear, because I feel that something is not right. The whispers are getting louder and louder, the voices are multiplying, making me think that I have awakened an evil force. I feel my hands getting sweaty and my legs start to shake. My cries only fuel the anger of these invisible entities. Suddenly, the door slams shut, trapping me inside. I start pounding on the door, calling desperately for help, but no one answers. My eyes land on the baseball bat next to me. Without thinking, I grabbed it and brandished it, ready to do anything to get out of this nightmare.

Finally, the door gives way, leaving me half-exhausted and sweaty. I realize that I narrowly escaped something far more terrifying than I could imagine.