rich_cadena
Five friends. Three days. No cell service.
What was supposed to be a three-hour drive turned into a endless trek deep into the forgotten woods. For Daniel, Emma, Sarah, Lucas, and me, a weekend at an isolated cabin meant total freedom-no parents, no responsibilities, and no rules.
But the forest was far from empty.
It started with a shadow between the trees on the drive in. Then came the strange light flickering through the midnight blackness. We tried to laugh it off, locking the heavy front door and hiding behind the safety of old wood and cheerful memories.
Then, at exactly 3:00 AM, the knocking started.
Knock... knock... knock.
Standing in the pitch-black living room, staring at the empty porch, a voice finally called out from the dark, cold night: "Please help me..."
Some doors should never be opened.