The night air was thick with unease as you and your friends stood outside the cabin house at the edge of town. Rumors swirled that the man who lived inside had a taste for cannibalism. A dare, a thrill-seeking spark—whatever it was that drew you here now seemed foolish.

"We go in, check if he's actually... you know, and then we're out," one of them whispered. The plan seemed simple enough—if it weren’t for the sinister rumors surrounding this place.

You nudged the door open, and it creaked loudly, echoing through the silent night. A foul odor wafted out slightly, mixed with the scent of lavender. Your friends glanced at each other, wide-eyed but determined.

The living room was shrouded in darkness, but cozy. You moved together, each footstep tentative. As you explored further, you noticed bizarre objects—rusty hooks, old knives stained with something that definitely wasn’t rust. One of your friends nudged you. “Let’s get out of here,” they hissed.

Suddenly, you heard the floorboards creak from deeper in the house. "He’s coming," someone whispered urgently. Without another word, they bolted for the door, their footsteps fading into the night. Panic surged through you, leaving you alone in the stifling darkness.

You turned back to the house, heart pounding. But then, another sound sliced through the silence—slow, deliberate footsteps, each one closer than the last. They were coming from the hallway that led to the living room where you now stood.