The Cabin

It was a warm day in mid August. The sun was shining, and the wind was no where to be found. I was walking through the woods, with my cousin Peter. And that's when it all started. When people say Curiosity Killed the Cat, there's almost no irony in that. Worst case scenario, curiosity really can kill you.
I've lived here in Glenwood Falls almost my whole life, and I know these woods behind my house, just as good as I know the back of my hand. The woods are incredibly beautiful, more then you could ever imagine possible. Every tree looked healthy as can be, the leaves that hung from the smooth branches, were bright and came in a variety of beautiful colors.  I cant explain what happened, even to this day. I could have sworn that I've walked every single acre there was in those woods, but I guess I was wrong.
"Abigal! Come check this out! I have never seen anything like it!!" I ran towards Peter to see what he was babbling about. And it was frog, defenitly the type you dont see everyday. It was blue, green, and yellow, almost neon. The colors faded together like ombre. Something that struck me as odd, was that the frog had a bright red eye,that seemed to be glowing. I reassured myself that it was just the sun reflecting off his eye, as I'm sure any other person would have assumed. The other eye however, was not there. And by that, I mean, it looked as if there was never an eye there to begin with. It was just a smooth surface of skin. His legs were abnormally long, and skinny. That's when he let out a sound. Not your typical "ribbit", but more of a human cry. If I didn't know it was the frog, I honestly would have mistaken it for an actual human, crying for help. After staring in amusement for well over 10 minutes, we decided to continue on. The deeper we got, more and more trees began to look as if they were rotting away and decaying as would a dead body. I've never seen trees shrivel up like that. I found this really odd. All of the woods are beautiful, but I guess not in this part anymore. And the smell was awful! It was a smell that I'm sure someone would use to describe the scent of death. About a half a mile farther, we couldn't find a single tree that was alive. There was absolutely no grass, just dirt and more dirt.
"okay, this is weird Peter. These woods were never like this before."
After a few seconds of no reply I turned around to tell him that I wanted to start heading home, and that's when I realized Peter was no longer with me.
"Peter!" I yelled and yelled for several minutes, until I finally heard his voice. "I'm over here Abigail! Come here!" I searched all around and couldn't see him. After a good second,I finally spotted him walking towards me.
"come on Abby!" Once I spotted him, he turned back around and started running.
"Peter, slow down! This isn't funny!" After I finally caught up to him, I gave him a playful punch on his arm.
"why would you just walk away from me like that?! You had me so worried!" Peters eyes were apparently glued to whatever was ahead of him. I looked to see what he was staring at. In the distance, we could see a tiny cabin that looked very old. That's another thing that I have never seen in these woods. That was never there before.
"wanna go check it out?" Peter suggested .
"what! Are you nuts? Something weird is going on right now, and I'd rather not stick around to find out what. Lets just go home." But before I could spit out my last word, he was already walking towards the cabin. Of corse, typical Peter. I had no choice but to follow. Once we got to the cabin, I had a better view of it. The wood walls were molded and deformed, the roof looked as if it were caving in, and the door was covered in dead moss. It seemed like all the animals here had disappeared, but we didn't hear a single thing, at all.
"okay can we please go now Peter? You seen the cabin, now lets go." Being stubborn as usual, he pulled some of the moss away from the door , and searched for a knob. But there was nothing. Just a few spiders, and two holes, drilled through the door. one up towards the top, and one at the bottom. Peter walked around to the windows, and they were all boarded up from the inside, with slabs of scrap wood. After 20 minutes of checking out the cabin, Peter agreed to leave. The rest of the day, played by as it usually does.
It was bedtime, and all that I felt capable of thinking of was the cabin in the woods. It sent off bad vibes, and I didnt like it, one bit.
~I was walking through the woods, alone. It was dark. I came to the part of the woods that were all dead, and began making my was towards the cabin. I couldn't stop walking, no matter how bad I wanted to. It was as if had lost all control of myself. There waiting for me was Peter. We didn't say a single word to each other, we just stepped towards the door. I put my pointer finger in the top hole, that was on the door, and Peter placed his into the hole at the bottom. I'm not sure how we knew to do that, but we just did. We suddenly heard what sounded like gears, clink together few times, and then a slight bang of metal. Peter pushed onto the door, and it creaked open slowly. Nothing but darkness beamed out the door, that and alot of dust. We heading directly inside, and walked towards the basement, as if we knew our way around, and what we were doing. I didnt know what was going on, or anything about the place. But deep in my gut, I felt slight familiarity with the place. The basement door was nothing but a giant slab of wood, nailed onto the door frame. Peter and i pried the nails out with our bare hands. I dont know how we did it, but we managed. But not without tearing up my finger tips, but that didn't seem to faze me. We stepped down the really squeaky stairs, that felt as if they would break any second. The  basement was tiny, and consisted of an ancient looking, bookshelf, that had a bunch of really old, dusty books. There was also a metal box, maybe 4x4 ft. It was plain, with no design at all, just a little slot for a key. I also noticed a little table that had what seemed to be surgical tools on it, with dusty beakers, and mason jars filled with oozy looking, red stuff. Centered on the floor, was a hideous, puke green oval rug, caked with dirt, and dead leaves. Peter walked to the bookshelf, and went directly to a yellow book. He pulled it right off the shelves, and opened it. The book seemed to have flown out of his hand, and slam on the floor. The pages of the book began fluttering around like crazy and beams of light, rayed from the pages. ~
That's when I woke up. I was sweating, and my heart was beating as if I just ran a marathon. I got up out of bed, and glanced out the window to find that it was a rather dark and cloudy day.
"Abby! Are you up? Peters been down here an hour waiting for you to wake up." I opened the door to my mother and greeted her with a sincere good morning. We headed downstairs, and I found Peter in the living room, watching transformers. Typical boys.
"well good morning sleepy head! I've been waiting all morning to talk to you. Its about this crazy dream I had last night."
"do you wanna go for a walk and talk about it?" I asked him. He nodded his head yes, and i signaled him the famous "hold on" hand sign. I still bad to get dressed. I did that rather quick, and met him downstairs.
"omg, Abby! What happened to your fingers!" Peter wearily asked. I looked down, and to my surprise, mg fingertips were covered in dried blood. I assume my face went pale, because Peter had looked at me with a concerned expression, and had said that I looked like i had seen a ghost. I wish that were the case. At least THAT I could explain.
I avoided his question for now, and started heading to the door.
We left my house and began walking, not to a destination, but wherever our feet brought us to.
"by any chance Peter, does your dream have anyhing to do with th cabin in the woods?"
"what? How did you know that?!"
"because I had a dream too. We went to the cabin, into the basement, and you pulled a book off some book shelf. Neither of us said a word to each other, or had any control over ourselves. After you grabbed the book, it started going berserk. The pages were nonstop flapping open, and beams of light were shining from the pages. That's when I woke up."
"wow, my dream was really similar to that. You called me at 3 am, and told me to go to the cabin, that you would meet me there. Any other time, I would have called you nuts and hung up, but something forced me to go. Just like in your dream, I had no control. I got there, and you were nowhere to be found. The front door was already wide open, gesturing for my entrance. I'm not sure why, but I didnt bother looking for you, or calling you. I went straight upstairs, directly to some bedroom. If was very small, and full of decapitated, and sliced up baby dolls. They surrounded the perimeter of the room. They took up well over 75% of the room. The only other thing in there was a small wooden box. I went to pick it up, and that's when I got a sliver. I opened it, and all that was in there, was a neatly placed key. That's when I woke up. But what's even weirder is this. Look."
He stretched out his arm, and pointed towards a splinter far too deep in his finger to pull out. That's when I explained the blood on my fingers.
"call me crazy, but I think we should go back to the cabin. Check it out again. Maybe see if its anything like we saw in our dreams." Peter explained his not so brilliant idea.
"yep, you really are crazy."
"maybe we can figure out what our dreams were about. I think they were trying to tell us something. Unless of corse your too much of a scaredy cat. Are you Abby? Are you a...scaredy cat?"
He basically mocked me, forcing me to have to prove my own courage.
"whatever Peter. Lets go."
The walk there felt strangely long, but we eventually made it. I instructed Peter how we have to open the door, and we dis exactly that. I worked! The door made a little click sound, and then popped open, beckoning for us to enter, so we did.
"so, to the basement first? You lead the way"
I did as Peter said, and went straight to the basement. Oddly enough, the wooden slab of a door was already pried off the door frame. I led the way down the creaky steps, and headed to the bookshelf. There it was, the yellow book. I retrieved it and took a quick glance on the cover, it was bare. The only thing that was on the cover was millions of dust particles. I dropped it down to my side, and took a quick glance at peter. I think he is was trying to indicate to me to open the book, but I decided to wait untill I got home.
"your turn. Lead the way." I told him.
We headed upstairs, and entered the room that Peter had explained in his room. There was the box. He opened it carefully and grabbed the key. It didn't look like a normal key. The end had a metal ball with a bunch of spikes on it.
"what do you think this key is for?" Peter asked me.
"I'm just as curious as you. But alright, lets hurry up and get out of here. This place gives me bad vibes." Peter nodded in agreement, and we left.
By the time we made it, Peter looked as if the suspension of what was in the book, was going to kill him. But the suspense was killing me too. We ran straight up to my room and sat down on my bed.
"are you ready Peter?"
"of corse, read it aloud to me."
I opened to the first page.
*WARNING! ⚠ Do not read aloud! For severe consequences will be at hand.* I told Peter what the warning had said, but he insisted I read it anyways. Neither of us were superstitious people anyways.
*Fear ye, fear ye. All that hail He. Praise Him, obey Him, and don't dare slay Him. For the Mighty KyEnté, will make you burn. For sin, you all shall crave and yearn. A lesson of life, which is to be learned. KyEnté, KyEnté. Mighty one. Tell me what do you wish to be done? In a grave so deep, you are. Wake from your sleep, you will. I command you to rise. KyEnté.*
Me and Peter both eyed eachither, expecting something to happen, but nothing did.
"wow, that was stupid, and really corny. What else does it say?"
"well, the second page, is blank."
I skimmed through the rest of the book, and the rest seemed to be empty.
"actually its all blank." I corrected myself.  "that's really weird."
"there's nothing else at all? Let me see." Peter grabbed the book, and flipped open to the second page.
"what are you talking about? There's a picture on the second page. See?" He said.
In disbelief, I yanked the book back from him, and to my surprise, there it was. It was not there 2 seconds ago and I know I'm not going crazy. The newly appeared picture was of a chest,  The same chest that was in the basement in the cabin. Also there was a picture of the same key Peter found in the doll bedroom. There was an arrow pointing from the key to the lock hole on the chest, indicating the two go together.
"what's that about?" Peter wondered aloud about the chest.
"oh my god! I should have known all along! The chest! That was in the basement. Did you see it??" I asked him.
"no, I guess I must not have noticed. But I'm assuming that's it? And that's the key that goes with it, huh?"
"well unless the books lying. Want to go check it out?" Of corse, the ballsy boy agreed. I'll admit, I was scared as heck to go back there, but the curiosity took the best of me and I couldn't help myself. We headed to the cabin, and opened the door. Once we got to the basement, we ran to the chest, and pushed in the key. It went in perfectly, so it was defenitly the right key. I gave it a little twist, and a click, sounded the room. Before I could even open it, a forceful push has already knocked the top part off, blowing me back with the heavy winds it caused. It felt as if the whole room began to cluster of 100 mph wind. The books flew off the shelf, at the walls, and pages were torn out, scattering all around the room, blowing in the air. A bright red light, almost fire-like, seaped from the chest. After a few seconds, the light began to grow intensely bright, giving us no choice but to squeeze shut our eyes, and fall into fetal position on the floor. Even with closed eyes, the light peered right through my eye lids, and the back of my hand that were covering them, practically blinding me. The light got bright enough that I began to scream. Not even the sun in the sky could compare to the brightness of the red light. Along with the gusting winds, and intense light, I began to hear a whistle like sound, growing louder and louder by the second. Eventually so loud, that my ears were tingling, and the sound started to sound fuzzy and staticy. After the terror of all that, the rest of my senses began to heighten. A taste grew inside of my mouth, so gross that I honestly cant even describe it. Nothing in the world would EVER taste that horrible, making it almost incomparable. My skin began to get a burning sensation, along with serious itching. I scratched away all over my legs untill I began to draw blood. I couldn't see the blood, but I could certainly feel it, all over my hands. The room began to smell like decaying bodies, and burning flesh. I could hardly take another second of the madness. Right before I was about to hit my breaking point, and probably go insane, everything came to a halt, almost immediately. I waited a minute to open my eyes, way too scared to find out what lied before me. I finally gained enough courage to open them, and looked around for Peter. It took my eyes several seconds to adjust to the normal lighting again, but it they finally did, I spotted Peter. He was across the room, still in fetal position, shaking uncontrollably, looking almost traumatized. I ran to him as quick as possible and picked him up, carrying him up the stairs. The room had looked as if a tornado swept through it. I guess you could say one did. The last thing I remember, was walking through the woods, with Peter around my shoulder, and we began stumbling. My vision started spinning, and blurring. Next thing I know, I woke up on my bedroom floor, about 3 feet from Peter. I knew it all was real, because the scratching I did, was still all over me. I dont know what happened, but the curiosity grew more and more. It was eating me up inside, and I was very persistent on finding out what exactly was going on. I woke up Peter and asked if he remembers anything that happened, and he did. He remembered it all, just as I did. There was no possible way it was another dream, because how do we both remember the same thing.
I opened up the book to see if anything else had popped up, and its a good thing I looked. Because page 3 was no longer empty. This page had diagrams on it. The caption on the top of the page, said "Reversion of the Wakening of KyEnté. The diagram labeled "A" showed a hand (labeled person #1) being cut, right along the life line, by another person (person #2), and then diagram "B" showed person 1 digging tweezers about 3cm into person # 2's hand. The third diagram illustrated a long, string like, red ooze, being pulled from the hand. About 4 ft long. And the remainder of the diagrams were the same thing, but the roles were reversed. Person #2 pulls the string like thing from person #1s hand. All the way at the bottom of the page, was some type of recipe. It called for 4 drops of 2 different human blood types, a dead leaf, blood from an ear of any road kill, a strand of hair from 2 different people, 10 grinded up worms, and 5 fruit flies. It says to mash all of it up, by bare hand, taking 2 different shifts by 2 people. I was on the last paragraph, when I noticed the bottom of the page was water stained. I could barely make out what the page said. All I could make out was *smear onto ____ in circular motions, and peal when then the color fades to ____. Hang above door in basement or _____, and chant out loud repetitively "KyEnté, KyEnté, go, go away. Return never, untill one day. Someone will enchant you, and read verse 1 aloud. Your spirit will be re-woken and...." The last 3 lines were way to smeared to even attempt to read.