Another Shot at Forgiveness

Chapter 2

Ashley woke up, still feeling extremely tired. "Coffee," she said immediately, then grinned and stood up. She started running down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and nearly ran into Mike and Chris. "Watch out!" Mike warned, and Chris jumped a little at the fast movement. "God damn! You fricking terrified me." "That's because you're a wimp," Ashley stated, quite plainly. "Not to overstate the obvious, but this lodge is some creepy crap," Chris said defensively. "True," Ashley muttered, finally giving up. As one, they walked down to the kitchen and Ashley eyed them when she saw the machine was already running. "Oh, right, about that... Well, I started making myself coffee already," Mike said and shrugged. "You mean... I have to wait for my coffee? You must really wanna die!" Ashley laughed and went over to wait to make her coffee.

Matt woke up and looked outside. It was, as always, snowing like it would never stop. Matt stared, mesmerized. Just then, a sudden blur of movement from behind a tree made him snap back into reality. "What the hell was that?" Then, a creature stepped out of the shadows. It was tall and slim, but it was not human. It definitely was at one point, but is wasn't now. It lunged at the window Matt was staring out of, and Matt took off. While running, Matt saw a butterfly tattoo on the thing's arm, and knew who this was. He knew that this was a girl he had known and that he had betrayed: Hannah. "HELP! HELP ME!" Matt took the steps three at a time, jumping the last four and running to the kitchen. "HANNAH- SAW HER! OUT THERE!" Matt was yelling and trying to explain. All the doors upstairs slammed and the others ran downstairs. "What the HELL are you yelling about?!" Emily said angrily. "I saw her- Or it. Hannah. You know how she's a wendigo? Well, she is in the house." "What do you mean, Matt?" Jessica asked carefully. "The wendigo is in my room," Matt whispered, and just then they all heard glass shattering from Matt's room and a door being ripped off its hinges. "GO!" Mike shouted, and they all took off out into the woods. "FUCK!" Mike was tackled by a wendigo. Just then, Matt ran over with a flare gun. "MATT! HELP ME! PLEASE!" Mike's shouts were desperate, and the wendigo gripped his face tightly.