The Horror Trilogy

You walk into a dark forest and there in the center rested a cabin, made from the dark wood that surrounded that cabin. A single lantern gleams brightly against the dark background, the orangy yellow light illuminating a door that slowly opened. With the darkness settling in and the moon no-where insight, you headed in. It looked so normal; a nice fireplace that heated the room, a rocking chair with a stool resting in front of it, and nicknacks that decorated the room to tell a story.