The Cabin

The Door

I walked through the door to see a forest covered in snow. It was still snowing heavily but not enough to not be able to walk through. 

Before I left I asked the lady in the cabin if she had any boots for me, she responded with 

"Yes I do, what shoe size are you?" 

I told her that I'm a size 10, then she told me to stay outside for a minute and to close the door. After a minute or so she came outside with the boots. I put on the boots and amazingly enough it fit perfectly and then I put on the backpack. 

I started walking through the forest but eventually I realized that I had been walking for quite some time and I didn't even know exactly where to go and I didn't know my way back to the cabin to get a map.

 Then I thought that maybe she had put a map inside the backpack.

 I put down the backpack and found food, a flashlight, a small rolled up bed, gasoline, a lighter, and a map.

 I put all the things back in and opened up the map only to find a blank piece of paper that said to just keep walking and so I did that and for a while I found myself only walking, seeing nothing but trees and snow.

 The smell of countless wild animals, some making noises and others quiet. The sky was cloudy, all around me I could see a beautiful painting of grays and greens. 

I saw a door down the path, there was only a door there, no house, no shack, no nothing. 

When I got to the door I opened to a familiar scenery inside of it, I then stepped back a second and checked again to see if I was seeing things, to my shock there was still nothing behind it, just more forest.

 I went back and opened the door and went in to find a nostalgic feeling inside of it, a smell I hadn't breathed in for years. I looked to my left and saw the painting that gave me horrific nightmares as a kid.

 For some nights I wasn't even able to sleep, I remembered waking up my mom in the middle of the night because of those nightmares. Whenever I did that she never got mad at me, all she ever did was have a big smile on her and said to get in the bed. Those nights were the best, I could just relax and not worry about anything, on those nights I could just forget what troubled me on that day and I could stop worrying about that damn painting. 

 When I looked at it, all it was, was a clown. 

We truly are naive when we are young, everything seemed like such a big thing but nowadays whenever I hear of a horrific crime on the news I don't even stop to think about how terrible the crime was and how it could impact innocent people's lives, It just went through one ear and came out the other.

 I told myself that that's just how life is, that it can't be any other way and I can't change anything about it.

  That's what it meant to grow up, huh. After seeing that clown painting I walked around some more and ended up in front of my mother's room. The light was on so it must have meant she was there. 

When I started getting closer and closer to the room all the lights around me started flickering more and more, then when I finally got to the front of the door the entire hallway was dark, with an eerie sound coming from inside. 

When I stepped in I started hearing beeping. I saw a hospital bed in the middle of the room. This was all too strange, I didn't like it.

 As I turned around to get out I step on a pool of blood, my entire boot is now drenched in blood, when I look down to the puddle I saw my mothers face, it started screeching at me saying that I should've been there but I didn't understand what she was talking about.