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Cabin
Scenario:Samantha, Miguel, Robby, Tori, Hawk, Demetri, Eli, Yasmine, Aisha, Piper, Zara, Moon, Kwon, Kenny, and Anthony were on their way to the woods to get away from their day-to-day lives. Not knowing the background of the cabin or the woods they were going to. When Aisha started having eerie premonitions leading to their deaths. With all its ingenious contraptions of doom. One by one the glory and gleeful fate is revealed.
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Samantha Martinez
skeptical, and resilient. Samantha is initially excited about the trip but becomes increasingly uneasy as strange events unfold. She is close to her friends, especially Miguel, and tries to navigate the eerie atmosphere of the cabin. As the group faces danger, Samantha's bravery and quick thinking help them survive.
Demetri Adams
introspective, and determined. Demetri struggles with personal demons but remains committed to his friends' safety during their ordeal.
Eli Martinez
Me and my friends from college, Miguel, Robby, Tori, Hawk, Demetri, Eli's girlfriend, Yasmine, her best friend Aisha and her best friend Piper, Zara and her best friend Moon were on our way to the woods to get away from the board, to get away from our day-to-day lives.
None of us knew the background of the cabin or the woods we were going to.
We all knew it was going to be a long drive; the cabin we were renting was two hours away from town in the middle of nowhere.
It was only accessible by a dirt road.
The only thing we knew about the cabin was that it was in the middle of the woods.
We didn't know who built it or who owned it at the moment.
Some people on the net claimed that it was built on an Indian burial ground while others claimed that it was built on top of a cemetery where teenagers, high school students, were buried after they died in a fire in the cabin years ago.
I pulled into the small gas station parking lot at Miguel's suggestion.
It was the last stop before we hit the dirt roads.
I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw Tori lean forward from the back seat.
"Hey, guys, I found some rumors online about this place," she said, her eyes wide with excitement.
"I heard that it was built on top of a cemetery where teenagers died in a fire years ago."
Miguel rolled his eyes.
"That's just a stupid rumor," he said.
"There's no truth to it."
Tori shrugged.
"I don't know. It's just something I found online."
I could see Miguel's face light up with interest.
"Well, tell us more," he said, leaning forward in his seat.
Tori smiled, happy to have an audience.
"Well, there are all these stories about how the teenagers died in the fire. Some people say that they were high school students who were on a camping trip. Others say that they were college students who were partying at the cabin. But everyone agrees that they died in a fire."
Miguel's eyes were wide with excitement now.
"That's so cool," he said.
"I wonder if we'll see any ghosts while we're there." Tori laughed.
"I doubt it," she said.
"But it would be cool if we did."
We piled out of our three-car convoy and stood in front of the gas station, stretching our legs and chatting about our trip so far.
Hawk waved his camera around, trying to corral us all into one shot against the store's faded wooden wall as the evening sun cast long shadows across the parking lot.
We squeezed together, forcing smiles as Hawk snapped a photo of us all looking happy and carefree, unaware of what lay ahead for us.
After the photo, we all headed inside to buy some snacks and drinks for our trip.
Miguel and Robby went off to load up on junk food while Tori, Demetri, Eli's girlfriend, Yasmine, her best friend Aisha and her best friend Piper, Zara and her best friend Moon grabbed a few bottles of water and some chips.
Hawk went to pay for some cigarettes while I went to fill up the gas tanks.
I grabbed a few bottles of soda and headed inside to pay.
The store was dimly lit and smelled of stale cigarettes and gasoline.
The shelves were lined with dusty jars of candy and chips, their expiration dates long past.
Behind the counter stood an elderly man with a kind face who eyed us warily as we entered.
I walked over to the counter with our fuel receipt and set it down next to the elderly man who was reading a newspaper. As I waited for him to ring me up, my eyes wandered over to the newspaper clipping he had been reading.
It was an old clipping, yellowed with age, and it was taped down at each corner so it wouldn't blow away in the draft from the open door behind me.
The headline read "TEEN TRAGEDY: CABIN FIRE CLAIMS LIVES."
I glanced down at the date of the article and my stomach tightened.
It was dated March 5th, 1982 - exactly twenty-five years ago today.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that today was the anniversary of the tragedy that Tori had mentioned earlier.
But I shook it off as mere coincidence.
The elderly cashier watched me closely as I waited for my change, his eyes squinting at me as if he could see something in me that I couldn't. After I paid for our gas, I headed back out into the bright sunlight.
Miguel honked his horn playfully as I approached my car, waving at me from behind his steering wheel.
I waved back and climbed in, anxious to get on the road again.
We pulled back out onto the highway in formation - Hawk's truck leading the way, my car in the middle and Robby's SUV bringing up the rear.
As we drove, the dirt road wound on, forcing me to slow down to avoid potholes and ruts.
The headlights of Miguel's truck in front of me cut through the growing darkness, casting flickering shadows on the dense trees that lined the road.
Miguel fiddled with the radio beside him, trying to pick up a signal.
But all he got was static.
I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw Robby's headlights dance across the trees behind me, casting strange shadows on the trunks.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as we hit a particularly rough patch of road, the car jolting violently.
Ahead of me, Hawk's taillights suddenly veered sharply to one side.
He was barely avoiding a fallen tree that blocked half of the narrow road.
I gripped the steering wheel even tighter, my knuckles white as I steered around the massive trunk, my tires crunching over the branches scattered across the road.
The road was getting narrower and narrower, forcing me to slow down even more.
Through my windshield, I could just barely make out the flickering taillights of Hawk's truck ahead of me, disappearing around the next bend in the winding road.
Suddenly, a flash of movement caught my eye in the shadows of the trees.
I gasped, jumping in my seat.
It was probably just a deer or some other animal, but it made me nervous.
Behind me, Robby flashed his high beams on and off to signal me to keep going.
The road got even steeper and my car struggled to climb it, my tires sliding slightly on the loose gravel.
"Did you see that?" Tori's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie, a hint of alarm in her tone.
"Yeah, something's definitely out there," Miguel replied, his voice tense but steady.
"Guys, maybe we should turn back," Robby suggested, hesitation clear in his voice.
I accelerated a little, my tires spitting gravel as I pulled closer to the taillights of Miguel's truck.
The gap between us was getting smaller and smaller.
"Guys, there's a sharp bend coming up," Miguel's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.
"I'm going to try to make it but it's going to be tight."
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the car slide slightly on the loose stones.
Suddenly, a branch scraped against my passenger window, making me flinch.
In my rearview mirror, Robby's headlights bounced wildly as he struggled to keep pace with me on the steep road.
The engine whined as we climbed higher and higher, sweat trickling down my neck.
Then, without warning, Hawk's brake lights flared bright red.
"What's happening up there?" I called into the walkie-talkie, my voice edged with panic.
"Hawk's stopped," Miguel replied, urgency in his tone. "He says there's something blocking the road."
"Something or someone?" Tori's voice cut in, sharp and worried.
"I don't know," Miguel replied, his voice tight.
"Hawk's getting out to check."
I pulled up behind Miguel's truck, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could see Hawk's dark shape climbing down from the driver's seat, his flashlight casting eerie shadows on the trees.
He walked forward, shining the light ahead of him.
The beam flickered and danced through the trees, casting a wild pattern of light and shadow.
Then he turned back to us, waving his flashlight to signal us forward.
"There's an old logging trail here," he called back to us, pointing to a narrow gap between two towering pine trees.
"It loops back to the main road."
Miguel looked doubtful but he pulled forward when Hawk's truck crawled onto the overgrown path.
Branches scraped against my car's sides as I steered after them, trying to avoid the worst of the potholes and ruts.
The trail was almost invisible - just a thin strip of dirt winding through the dense trees.
My headlights barely reached the trees, casting deep shadows that made it hard to see where I was going.
Branches whipped against my windshield, making me flinch.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to keep my tires in the shallow ruts of the logging trail.
The trail was rough and uneven, forcing me to slow down even more.
Suddenly, Hawk's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.
"Watch out for a steep drop-off to your right," he warned.
I glanced over at the passenger window, catching a glimpse of a dark valley far below through the thick screen of trees.
It was a long way down - I could just make out a faint glint of water in the distance.
Then Miguel's brake lights flared again and I had to swerve to avoid hitting him.
My car lurched sideways, my tires spinning in the loose dirt.
"Careful!" Tori's voice came through, sharp with concern.
"Sorry, I didn't see it in time," Miguel admitted, frustration evident.
"We can't keep going like this," Robby interjected, urgency rising.
"I know," I replied, easing my foot off the gas.
"We're almost there."
I slowed to a crawl, watching as Miguel's truck lurched over exposed roots and rocks.
The windshield was fogging up again, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead.
Suddenly, Miguel's brake lights flickered on and off in a wild pattern.
I slammed on my brakes, skidding slightly on the loose gravel.
"What's happening?"
I called into the walkie-talkie, my hands trembling on the wheel.
"Rutted road," Miguel's voice crackled back.
"Be careful."
I eased forward, trying to see around his truck.
The path was even narrower here, forcing me to squeeze between two large boulders.
The tires crunched on loose stones and dirt, making every inch of progress a struggle.
Then Miguel's truck suddenly tilted sideways, throwing up a cloud of dirt and debris.
I slammed on my brakes again, skidding wildly on the loose surface.
Behind me, Robby's horn blared in warning.
I grabbed the walkie-talkie, calling out to the others. "Miguel's slipped into a rut," I warned them.
"We need to get him out."
But all I got was static in response.
I threw my car into park and jumped out, grabbing the emergency rope from my trunk.
My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the latch, finally getting it open.
The beam of my headlights illuminated Miguel's truck, tilted precariously in the deep rut.
The front wheel spun uselessly in the air, throwing up a plume of mud and gravel.
Robby ran up behind me with his flashlight, shining it on the truck's driver's side window.
Hawk backtracked from ahead, his light casting an eerie glow over the surrounding trees.
We gathered around Miguel's window, watching as he revved the engine and tried to pull himself out of the rut.
The tires spun wildly, throwing up a cloud of dirt and debris that coated us all.
But it was no use - the truck was stuck fast, mired in the deep mud of the rut.
"Okay," I said finally, tying one end of the rope to Miguel's rear bumper.
"The other end goes to my bumper. We'll try to pull you out."
Robby nodded and ran over to tie the rope to my bumper while Hawk climbed back into his truck. I got back in my car and put it in reverse, easing backward slowly.
The rope pulled taut between us, making Miguel's truck shudder and groan as I tried to wrench it free from the rut's grip.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the sweat trickle down my back.
Then suddenly Miguel's truck shot forward, spraying gravel and mud across my windshield.
The rope snapped with a loud crack, whipping past my driver's side window and sending a shower of sparks flying into the night.
Through the mud-streaked windshield, I saw Miguel's brake lights flash on as he struggled to regain control of his fishtailing truck.
Hawk rushed to check on him while Robby ran over to see if I was okay.
He peered in at me through the dirty window, then waved me out of the car.
As I got out, my headlights caught something glinting in the newly exposed rut - what looked like an old chain disappearing into the disturbed earth.
Miguel's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie again, his words laced with relief and a little shakenness.
"Let's get going before anything else happens," he suggested.
I nodded, kneeling down in the mud beside the rut.
The beam of my flashlight followed the chain down into the darkness, illuminating more and more of it as I dug away the dirt.
It was old and rusty, but it looked sturdy enough.
I gripped the cold metal links in both hands and pulled hard, expecting resistance.
But instead of fighting me, the chain slithered up easily from the wet earth, clinking as yard after yard emerged from the rut.
Miguel crouched down beside me, his breath misting in the cold air.
The beam of his flashlight followed the chain's path into the trees.
When I gave another firm tug, something heavy shifted in the darkness beyond our lights.
"Did you hear that?" Miguel whispered, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.
"Yeah," I replied, straining to see what lay hidden in the shadows.
Robby joined us, his voice low and urgent, "Guys, I think we just found something big."
I yanked the chain one final time, then let it drop with a clink.
I didn't want to know what was hiding in the darkness.
Miguel and I scrambled back to our vehicles while Robby kept his light trained on the trees, watching for any sign of movement.
With Miguel's truck now freed from the rut, we reformed our convoy - Hawk leading, Miguel behind him, me third, and Robby bringing up the rear.
The logging trail narrowed even further as we climbed higher into the mountains.
The trees closed in around us, their branches scraping both sides of my car as I drove.
My hands were shaking on the wheel, my heart pounding in my chest.
Through the static-filled walkie-talkie, Hawk's voice crackled over the airwaves.
"Stay alert; we're not alone out here."
I kept my car close behind Miguel's truck, fighting the urge to look into the pitch-black woods on either side.
The gnarled branches reached for me like skeletal fingers, scraping against the paint as I drove.
The trees seemed to close in around us, the darkness and silence oppressive.
Suddenly, a loud thud shook my car.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my heart leaping into my throat.
Miguel's brake lights flashed ahead of me, and he backed his truck towards mine.
"Did you hit something?" Miguel called out, his voice tense with concern.
"I don't know," I replied, glancing nervously at the dark woods surrounding us.
Robby's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie, "Guys, whatever it is, it's moving towards us."
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as Miguel's truck started moving again.
We were leaving whatever lurked in the darkness behind, and I was grateful for it.
The logging trail gradually widened, our headlights illuminating fewer trees and more open ground.
Through patches of fog, I spotted something ahead - a wooden structure looming in the darkness.
The cabin's dark silhouette rose against the night sky, its peaked roof reaching towards the stars.
Hawk radioed back, "Park close together near the front porch. Keep your lights on."
As I pulled up behind Miguel, my headlights swept across weathered walls and boarded windows.
The cabin loomed before us, two stories of aged timber and peeling paint.
Miguel stepped out of his truck, his eyes fixed on the cabin.
"Do you think anyone's been here recently?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hawk joined us, shaking his head. "No tracks in the mud, but something's been watching us since we hit the trail."
I stepped out of my car, gripping my flashlight tightly.
Miguel and Hawk flanked me on either side as we approached the cabin.
The beam of light swept across the wraparound porch, catching cobwebs in the corners and dead leaves scattered across the floorboards.
As we drew closer, I noticed deep scratches in the wooden door frame, too deliberate to be from weather damage alone.
Miguel pointed at the bottom step, where a small patch of mud was still wet despite no recent rain.
"Someone's been here recently," he said, his voice low and cautious.
I reached for the rusted door handle, but Hawk grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
He leaned close, whispering, "The padlock we were told would be here... it's gone."
Miguel's eyes widened, and he whispered urgently, "Then someone must have taken it off, but why?"
Hawk glanced around, his expression grim. "Because they wanted us to come inside."
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the darkness pressing in. "Or they're still here, waiting."
I pushed against the heavy wooden door, wincing at the loud creak that pierced the silence.
Miguel and Hawk stood close behind me, their flashlight beams cutting through the darkness beyond the threshold.
Before we could step inside, rapid footsteps crunching through dead leaves echoed from behind the cabin.
A disheveled woman in torn clothing burst into view, her wild eyes reflecting our lights.
She waved her arms frantically, screaming "Don't go inside! Evil awaits!"
Without waiting for our response, she bolted past us towards the tree line.
Miguel turned to me, his voice urgent, "Did she say evil? What the hell does that mean?"
Hawk's eyes narrowed as he watched her disappear into the woods. "I don't know, but if she's running from something, maybe we should too."
I hesitated, glancing back at the cabin's dark entrance. "Or maybe we need to find out what's really going on here."