Playing with the devil.

Chapter 1

It’s pouring outside and the digital clock, lying on the mantle of the fireplace just turned 2:32. I’m all alone in a cabin deep in the woods.

 I get up from my chair and I can see the trees swirling around in the wind, then a struck of lightning hits and the electricity’s out. I go grab a candle and matches, from the small country styled kitchen. I go back to the living room and leave the candle burning on the coffee table. I curl up on the sofa, covering myself with a blanket, as I await the storm to pass.

My parents wanted to spend a “family” weekend in a cabin in the woods where by the way there’s no WIFI. They wanted to go explore around this afternoon and I didn’t want to join them. They said they will be a while. I’d phone them but I’m not getting a signal right now.

The next morning I woke up at 8:00 to the sound of birds chirping. I fell asleep after a while last night or should I say this early morning. I grab my phone and spot two bars. I phone my parents to see if they’re ok.

“Hello love, how are you?”

“Fine mum. Are you guys ok? Pretty rough storm last night.” 

“Don’t worry darling. We made some new friends. They’re staying in a cabin further away from us, so we spent the night with them.”

“Oh. Okay then. When will you get back?”

“We should be back this evening sweetheart.”

“Ok. See you later then. Bye.”

“Bye sweetheart.”

Since I have nothing to do I decide to go for a walk. I throw a fur jacket over my pajamas, put on gloves and black leather boots and head out.

I can hear the sound of water rushing. Yesterday dad did mention something about our cabin being situated near a small waterfall. As I move in deeper into the woods I overhear a yelp.

A few moments later I spot an entryway, which must lead to the waterfall. I stumble through the trees, with my feet repeatedly getting stuck in the mud, and find myself facing the most breathtaking view. The river is surrounded by trees and mud. The water cascades beautifully down the vast rocks, into the river.

The yelp is getting closer. I try to locate where it’s coming from. Then I spot a dog barking. I go over towards him to see what’s wrong. I pat the dog on the back and see him pointing his head towards a tree facing us. Then I hear someone yelling.

“Help!”

“Who said that?” I ask quizzically. 

I spot a hand fluttering in the air, and rush over there to help whoever it is.

“Oh my god. Are you okay? What happened to you?”

I find a strikingly gorgeous man lying in the mud, with his foot stuck to a branch. He’s sopping wet and has slight grazes of mud on his face and neck.