21 capítulos Concluída The car hummed softly as it glided down the empty road, the fading sunlight painting the horizon in streaks of orange and purple. Inside, the cabin was a mix of light chatter and the faint buzz of the radio. The seats were warm from hours of sitting, and the scent of fast food wrappers mixed with pine air freshener lingered in the small, confined space.
Dad's hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white with focus as he navigated the winding road leading deep into the forest. His salt-and-pepper hair caught the occasional gleam from the dashboard lights. Mom sat in the passenger seat, flipping through the map with a mix of curiosity and mild irritation, her voice soft but stern as she double-checked their route.
In the backseat, Lily was slumped against the window, her breath fogging up the glass as she dozed off. Her stuffed animal-a well-loved bear with a patchy ear-rested in her lap. I sat beside her, feeling the hum of the road beneath us, trying to distract myself from the ache of the long drive by scrolling aimlessly on my phone, even though we were already out of signal range.
The forest thickened as we drove deeper, the trees casting long, skeletal shadows over the dirt road. The air outside seemed different-cooler, quieter, almost unnervingly still. By the time we pulled up to the cabin, the world felt heavy, as though something unseen was watching us.
The cabin itself looked like it had been forgotten by time-a small wooden structure with a slanted roof, faded green shutters, and a single dim light glowing on the porch. It felt isolated, perched in the middle of the forest like it had been dropped there by accident. The call of a crow and the occasional rustle of leaves.
Then came the sound-a growl, low and guttural, slicing through the tranquility like a blade. It was faint at first, almost mistakable for an animal, but it carried an unnatural edge that made my stomach twist. The shadows in the forest seemed to shift, as if alive, and the
