The House Of Sins

Chapter 1: His Arrival

The snow fell to the ground like graceful dancers, frozen leafless trees waved to the non-existent passers by. The woods filled with silence, apart from the occasional howling of the wind. The woods isolated; not even wildlife seemed  anywhere in sight. The air cold and bitter. The snow laid like a sheet untouched, perfect. Too perfect. The snow glistened in the moonlight, almost as if the light was revealing a path now covered in sheets of snow. Footprints in the snow will fade, but no tracks lead to this door. It was once filled with wildlife, but apparently it wasn't anymore. 

The area seemed so peaceful, too peaceful to be true. Was it the frostbite that warned him? Or the shrieking of the wind? With the woods isolated in silence, the house must have had many sorrows. Not even birds could be seen, as if they had to flee? It was winter, maybe they were just hibernating. One warning ignored after the other, has he finally found a sanctuary? Has his luck finally changed? He jumped in joy, with a big grin. He looked up to the house in astonishment! He couldn't believe his eyes, he would have been happy to find a cabin that was old and falling apart, as long as he could rest there! But instead, he found this beautiful cabin, he couldn't believe his eyes at first.

The cabin, made from logs, was in surprisingly good condition. You could still see the decorations and wind chimes somehow in almost immaculate condition. For him it was puzzling; it was more than he expected. He felt relieved to finally find somewhere after hours of walking. It was just a bonus that the cabin was in such good state. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door. No answer. So he knocked again, he continued to knock for a few minutes. Still no luck. He forgot how it was so incredibly difficult to open a door, then giggled at his own sarcasm. He always thought sarcastic opinions like that, it was just a bonus he knew how to not say them.  

After a few minutes of no one answering he decided to look through the window, to his surprise it actually looked so cozy, despite the fact that no one answered. It didn't look desolate, nevertheless it had a lonely vibe within. He knocked on the window, and no one answered. He walked around the back, he found a door. He looked through the window, it then became even more of a shock, he saw the kitchen, he couldn't see much, but it was beautiful.  He went to the door, then attempted to open the door. He kicked the door in anger, it was locked. He calmed himself down, then quickly got an idea.

Desperate for warmth, he walked around to the front of the cabin; he decided he wanted to head back to the front door. He walked up to the steps and knocked one more time. He then decided he had no other choice, therefor he slowly reached for the handle, unaware if someone was inside. Shaking, but as steadily as he could, he grabbed the handle of the door. Squeezing his eyes shut; with his legs trembling in fear he turned the handle. It was only when he heard a click that he opened his eyes to see the door open. He could breath now, and he sighed in relief that it was unlocked.         

He slowly looked inside without walking into the house, he called out to see if anyone was home. But he got no reply. He repeated himself three or four times. And still no reply, either they were extremely ignorant or there was no one home. He waited a few minutes, then he looked around behind him before deciding to slowly begin to walk in, step by step. He was only in the doorway, he plucked up the courage, then breathed deeply, then he closed the door behind him. He braced himself, then slowly turned around, ready for the unknown. 

Boldly, he walked further into the cabin straight into what looked like a living room. It had a sofa, a chair and a beautiful fireplace, as well as few other bits and bobs. There was a notepad on the table, how odd of someone to leave a notepad, maybe he was meant to read it? He noticed it was red and black - his favourite colours. He carefully and quietly set his bag down, sat on the chair and opened up the book. The first page was empty. He flicked through the sleek lined pages, they were all blank. He grew up saying 'finders keepers' so he decided it couldn't hurt to keep this book. However now wasn't the time to write.