After what seems like another hour, with dusk now well and truly descending, you finally had enough. But just as you get up to leave, you hear something creaking behind you. You turn round to find that the front door is now open. Hello. Hearing busy noises from inside, you peer through the opening and cannot believe your eyes. Just inside the door, you can see the end of a table laden with cakes and bright colored sweets, and you can smell them to the sweet aroma of chocolate and gingerbread.
Unable to bear it any longer, you push open the door and step into the cabin, only to now find yourself in a dark and empty room. Everything you saw has gone, the cakes and sweets replaced with nothing but a gray, muddy floor dotted with puddles of stagnant water, surrounded by four walls of rotten wood covered in green, slimy moss. You rush back to the doorway, but you
are utter horror. The door slams shut before you can get there, and now all is black save for a small shard of light coming in through a broken window to the side. You grab for the door, pulling desperately at the handle, but it just won't budge help, you scream, banging on it with all your strength. Then you turn to the window, but just as you're about to move over to it, you see something in the corner that stops you in your tracks, and only then do you
realize that you are not alone in the cabin. You take a small step back, your eyes widening as something begins to emerge from out of the shadows. Oh God, you cry to yourself, as it steps out, one grotesquely distended limb at a time, the many segments of which twist and bend in incomprehensible ways as it moves towards
you with unstinting purpose. Then you see its eyeless face and the contorted, drooling opening that appears like a rip in the skin right across it, and catch a glimpse of the many sharp, oddly metallic, serrated things within it. In terror, you run back to the door, screaming for help, screaming to be let out, but nobody comes, and still
the thing is getting closer. You stumble back, turning for any sign of an exit, banging and scratching at the walls until your nails rip from your fingers, and, in hysterics, trip on something in the darkness, sending you sprawling to the floor. Only then do you feel how damp your clothes have become, as you recoil at the fetid stench of your own waist. And still the thing comes, edging, its twitching limbs ever closer, as you push your back up against the cabin wall and scream for it to
leave you alone. And then it is upon you, taking hold of your leg. As you fight to kick it off, but it is too strong. You feel one of its limbs snaking up against your back, but before you can move, it is already tearing the skin, and you can only watch in horror, screaming in agony as it pushes through, bursting out of your chest in an explosion of blood and bone. You try feebly to grab hold of it as it wriggles about frantically. Then something grips your leg.
You scream as it bites down, taking a chunk out of your shin, and it floods with blood. You cough and splirt as you taste iron in your mouth. A second bite chomps down through your pelvits. Hear the bone crunching through the pain, and see for a moment the
gaping hole under the pale light from outside. You scream again in agony, gritting your teeth through the pain, pathetically cupping at what you can with your hands, feeling only a warm stickiness where your hip used to be, And now its face is right in front of you, that hideous tear of flesh widening to reveal its teeth from inside. The edges of your vision begin to blur, the light fading fast as that mouth stretches ever wider, and which
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