When We Arrived, Everything Was Happy

When We Arrived, Everything Was Happy

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Sophie thought the cabin would be a weekend. Making the most of their time between the end of High school and the the start of College. Making memories with friends before the stress of college overwhelmed them. Hidden at the end of a forest road, the lakeside cabin feels too familiar from the moment she arrives - smelling of old wood, clean linen, and summers she swears she's already lived. With her closest friends laughing beside her, the place seems safe. Welcoming. Almost kind. But the forest is silent. Too silent. The lake reflects the cabin and nothing else. And the guestbook already knows their names. As one friend disappears and memories begin to unravel, Sophie realizes the cabin isn't haunted - it's hungry. It feeds on closeness, warmth, and the parts of you that wish nothing would ever change. To escape, Sophie will have to do the one thing the cabin is built to stop her from doing: Remember. Because some places don't want to kill you. They want to keep you. Sometimes for forever.
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