A Chilling Encounter in the Cabin

It started as a peaceful weekend trip—four friends, a remote cabin deep in the woods, no cell service,

and a fireplace crackling with promise.

But on the first night, strange things began.

Footsteps on the porch.

A whisper through the walls.

They laughed it off, until they found the message scratched into the mirror: 'You shouldn’t be here.' The

next morning, one of them—Lena—woke up with deep scratches on her back.

No one heard anything.

No animals nearby.

They searched the cabin and found a hidden trapdoor beneath the rug.

It led to a cellar filled with old dolls, broken furniture, and a single photo of a girl

with hollow eyes.

The air was ice cold.

That night, the girl from the photo appeared.

Not in dreams—in the hallway.

Pale, silent, and staring.

She vanished when they screamed, but the lights flickered and the walls groaned.

They tried to leave, but the car wouldn’t start.

The forest seemed to close in.

The cabin was no longer a place—they were inside her memory now.

They found her story in an old journal hidden in the cellar.

Her name was Eliza.

She died there, locked in by her own family during a harsh winter.

Her spirit never left.

To escape, they had to finish her story—give her peace.

But Eliza didn’t want peace.

She wanted company.

And she had already chosen Lena.