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Cabin Fever

The unmistakable sound of leaves crunching under our shoes filled our ears as we trudged to the cabin before us. The long stone path was barely visible under all the foliage. It was the classic Halloween setting, group of idiots, mysterious weather, slight tension, and a log cabin.

  "Whose idea was this, again?" I ask, clutching my bags as I step over a small log.

  "I believe this was Ryan's - shit - Ryan's idea." Fitz, or as we call him, Cam, answers quickly, losing his balance halfway through.

  "Yeah, Cam, why are we even here?" Mason, who walks just behind me interjects.

  "I don't know." he murmurs, continuing up the path to get to the front door of the cabin. He checks his pockets, looking for the keys to said cabin, "We just need to get inside, it's fucking cold."

  He was right, his breath was visible in the freezing atmosphere. I chuckled, shifting my weight on my feet impatiently. I look at the people crowding the front porch. John was next to me, blowing warm air into his hands and rubbing them together, Toby was next to Cam, who was still looking for those keys. Mason was just behind the lot of us, observing the area around us.

  The only person missing was Swagger, who was still at the car. Jay and Matt had opted out, deciding that staying home was a much better option than our given situation right now. I'm not going to lie, I'd rather be back at the house than here. This place was unsettling, and the nearest cabin to ours was miles away. The tree line surrounding us was dark and desolate. Anything could be hiding in there.

"Hey, you alright?" John pokes my side, noticing the concern on my face.

  "Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." I sigh, tearing my gaze from the forest. "This place just-"

"Of course the keys are with Swagger." Cam groans loudly, catching our attention. He scoffs, watching the small man with the knight's helmet in his grasp as he makes his way over to us. "Did you really have to bring the helmet, mate?"

  Swagger only scowls at him, taking the keys from his pocket with shaking hands. He unlocks the door after a bit of a struggle, seeing as the old thing hadn't been opened in years. Stepping in, the temperature hadn't changed. If anything, it was colder now. I shiver, placing my bags down next to me, "Home sweet home, I guess."

  It truly wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The most peculiar thing about it was that, the inside of the cabin was particularly well kept. Nothing bore any resemblance of being used, and everything was spotless. Toby hums thoughtfully, sitting on a couch in the living room. He must be thinking the same thing.

  All things aside, the interior was interesting. The cabin was probably built in the 80's and since then has never been redecorated. Nevertheless, I still enjoy the different colors and patterns all around us. The small foyer of the cabin was quaint, and it only served the purpose of leading into other rooms. The living room was connected to it, which was much larger.

  The living room seemed much more lively. Six people could live here and have a great time, judging from the setup. A long couch faced a pretty impressive TV display, and to the right of it all was a bookshelf that held an absurd amount of board games. To complete the whole 80's theme, the room even had-

  "A pinball machine?" Mason exclaims, making a run for the old game.

  "Oh no you don't." Cam catches him, dragging him away from the device. "We're all putting our bags away and getting some sleep," he lectures, staring down at the boy whose face was adorned in a pout, arms crossed, "I mean it."

  Mason sulked away from the machine with sadness as Toby and Swagger sorted out the rooms we'd be staying in. I had overheard them talking in the car, there were only four rooms for us all to share. Of course, Cam would have a room to himself, (It earned an "Okay Mr. 5 mill." from John.)