It’s summer of 2010 my friends and I are sitting in a hide out cabin, we found it one day wondering around in the woods, it’s where we come to get away from everyone, at least that’s what we thought. The sun is rising over the mountains, it’s 7:30 a.m. “Why am I up this early,” I looked at the bright light shining through the window, as I groaned. “Hey sleepy head,” Alison smiled, looking at me from the floor. I rubbed my eyes twice, “Alison you weren’t here last night.” “You never know where I’ll turn up,” she smiled, jumping into bed, next to me. I gave her a weird look, as I tried to go back to sleep. “Hey, please stay awake,” Alison grabbed my arm. I sighed, sitting up looking at her, “why,” I asked? “This place gives me the creeps,” Alison gave me a scared look. “Did something happen while everyone was asleep,” I got concerned. “Em, don’t worry, you know what, just go back to sleep,” Alison got off the bed. “Wait,” I grabbed her arm gently. “Don’t go playing investigator Em,” Alison rolled her eyes. “Fine,” I let go of her arm, laying down annoyed. Alison walked outside, I knew she was hiding something, she always walks away like the problem will fade away, when something’s wrong.
When I awoke from that wooden bed, there was a woman staring at me, the rocking chair she was sitting in rocking back in forth. Her gaze of me was sharp, a patient sharpness; a hunter's gaze. As I stood up from the creaking bed, I was able to see that I was in a cabin. The place was a dimly lit cabin, with giant candles surrounding all corners of the room, book shelves filled with countless books were on every wall, and lastly there were stairs leading to a second floor. The woman's gaze averted from me, as if she was released from a burden. On top of her lap sat a book that she started reading. the title of the book was "How To Knit A Sweater." The Woman was beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her hair long and dark. Her wrists wore leather wristbands with black skulls on them-