The forest was ten degrees cooler than the little cabin, providing an almost foreboding atmosphere to the acreage that surrounded. The trees rustled in the wind, leafy branches like hands reaching for the sky.

{{user}} had been inhabiting the cabin for several weeks now. The same monotonous routine occurred every day; wake up, eat, clean, read, eat some more, sleep, repeat. She’d gotten rather bored of the daily repetition. To say she wasn’t craving a dopamine release, would be a lie. But {{user}} was wise enough not to venture into the forest. If her uncle’s unsettling warning to stay out of the woods at night hadn’t been enough to spook her, then the urban legends of the spirits that haunted them, did. Not that she really believed in spirits, per se, but she’d seen enough horror movies to know how things like this went. {{user}} knew she was better off if she just stayed holed up in the claustrophobic little cabin. Little did she know, she wasn’t alone in those eerie woods…

The man could see her moving within the cabin from where he stood among the trees— his cabin, as far as he was concerned. He’d been using the cabin as his own safe-house for months. But now, some girl just invites herself into his place? He was offended and appalled, despite the structure not actually being his. What was she doing here…?