WJ Entry #003
November 20, 2018
The cabin the woods. A stereotype really, it's where the silly, loving couple goes to meet their end by some sort of serial killer in every horror movie ever. Today, she has a choice between that or a warm, safe family lodge much higher up on the mountain equipped with parents, her lover's equally tall brother, an assortment of kitchen knives and two very, very loud dogs. She, of course, chooses the former because privacy is more important than life.
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The first night they stay together, the temperature in the room drops far below average. She's shivering when she wakes up at 02:00 in the morning for womanly issues. When she washes her hands, she avoids looking in the mirror at all costs and when she closes the bathroom door behind her, she makes a beeline to the bed, walking quickly and stiffly like a robot.
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It's 05:45 when she wakes up again, this time because of the sound of wailing mosquitos as they plummet near her ears. She swats the air around her head in irritation before pulling the covers up and pretends to not hear the sound of heavy footsteps outside the cabin door. When he awakes, she holds him tight and asks how he slept (or well if he slept at all). He smiles lazily and assures her that everything's alright.
It always is before people die though.
Later that day, they explore the area around the cabin and come across an opening in the hillside. It appears to be a cave, hidden by the strings of curving bamboo. Naturally, it seems like a good idea to enter the cave.
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It's dark, it's damp and the crunch of stones beneath their feet make her incredibly uncomfortable. If there's anything in this cave, it knows they're here. He switches on his flashlight when it becomes difficult to see and together, they crouch down to examine a foreign object. It's half soaked in the wetness of the cave floor but it's undeniably a worn-out, black sock. She frowns and gives him a questioning look. He, however, looks unusually disturbed. "What's wrong?" Her voice echoes in the cave walls.
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He shakes his head and does a brief sweep of the cave to see if there's anything else. He comes up empty and offers her a hand. "We should leave. Now." His voice is firm but there's a tremor to it that she knows too well. He's...scared.
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On their way back to the cabin, she makes lame jokes about the stray sock. "You think we found Dobby's cave?" Her laughter seems to agitate him more so she cuts herself off before they enter the cabin. He immediately starts packing his bags.
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"Hey, you didn't answer me earlier. What's wrong?" She queries as she sits on the edge of their bed.
"Start packing your stuff, we're going up to the other lodge." He doesn't miss a beat and continues gathering his belongings.
She sits up in agitation. "Would you just answer me? Why are you acting like this?"
"Because we need to get out of here now."
"Why?!" Her voice rises an octave.
"Because that's my sock!"
His retort shocks her. They're both on edge and this bit of information doesn't bode well with her. "...how...did it?"
"I don't know. We haven't been outside today. That's why I'm asking you-"
Before he can finish his thought, the shutters of the window slam shut and the lights fizzle out. They jump in fright and cling to each other in the darkness.
"Shhh...don't say a word" he mutters.
She slowly nods her head in fear as her blinded eyes search the room for a third entity. The heavy footsteps she heard last night start up again but this time, the front door creeps open.
"It's not Dobby is it?" She whimpers
"I wish it was." He whispers and they hold each other, apologizing quietly for any wrongdoings they may have committed to each other before a high pitched shriek cuts through the air and the cabin in the woods is empty, once again.