The Cabin
The cabin was weathered and old looking as it sat in a grove of trees. Leaves covered most of the roof's shake shingles. Two small windows with dirty glass stared toward Caleb as he returned the look. It was a most disreputable looking house.
The yard around the split log house had the appearance of disuse. An old bicycle leaned carelessly against a corner of the small cabin. It too, was weathered looking, or perhaps, Caleb thought, rusted out. The yard needed cleaning to rid the accumulated debris and encroaching forest from the path that seemed to appear as Caleb began walking toward the old porch. Almost afraid to step up on the porch, Caleb placed a booted foot on dark wood that groaned with his weight. Another foot with it's weight seemed to cause the whole porch to groan with the burden imposed on it. Caleb moved slowly, glancing around at the dirty porch with it unused swing, moving steadily toward the door. As he approached, he saw a woodpecker door knocker, broken, yet hanging on the door by a single nail. Quite a useless appendage for such an old and weathered door, yet Caleb reached out to knock. As his hand touched the door, two events happened quickly; the door opened and a loud noise sounded in the woods, an animal sound that terrified Caleb and caused him to turn quickly toward the sound. As he turned, he felt the hard pummel of a fist to his head.
Caleb fell to the porch, unconscious, as the stranger from inside the old house grabbed his hands and began to pull Caleb intothe cabin.
The yard around the split log house had the appearance of disuse. An old bicycle leaned carelessly against a corner of the small cabin. It too, was weathered looking, or perhaps, Caleb thought, rusted out. The yard needed cleaning to rid the accumulated debris and encroaching forest from the path that seemed to appear as Caleb began walking toward the old porch. Almost afraid to step up on the porch, Caleb placed a booted foot on dark wood that groaned with his weight. Another foot with it's weight seemed to cause the whole porch to groan with the burden imposed on it. Caleb moved slowly, glancing around at the dirty porch with it unused swing, moving steadily toward the door. As he approached, he saw a woodpecker door knocker, broken, yet hanging on the door by a single nail. Quite a useless appendage for such an old and weathered door, yet Caleb reached out to knock. As his hand touched the door, two events happened quickly; the door opened and a loud noise sounded in the woods, an animal sound that terrified Caleb and caused him to turn quickly toward the sound. As he turned, he felt the hard pummel of a fist to his head.
Caleb fell to the porch, unconscious, as the stranger from inside the old house grabbed his hands and began to pull Caleb intothe cabin.
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