Woods
...s make a cracking noise, which sounds eerily like bones breaking. The trees begin to overhang, bending towards you as if they were a stern parenting figure from childhood staring down at you, you move ahead. The sound of running water assaults your ears as you walk down the path before you, as you get closer, you see a creak, but the noise emitted does not fit. The noise is deafening, as though someone turned up the volume of the creek and does not want you hear them over the water. By now it is so dark that you do not see the bridge that appears suddenly in front of you. It appears like Leatherface in the “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”, completely out of the blue. You scramble back towards safety and obscurity back down the path you know nothing is dwelling in. By now, you are thinking that it would be prudent to head back the way you came, yet you forge ahead, over the bridge, which does not look like it can handle any sort of weight on its beams. In fact one of the beams looks to have a crack in it the size of the Grand Canyon. Now making your way on the other side of the creak, you begin to hear the lilting strains of Led Zeppelin’s “When the Levee Breaks” which does nothing but make the surroundings anything but macabre. You head towards the sound of a favoured song, hoping that there are people who know how to actually reach the cabin. You begin the trek down another path, hoping that this is indeed the right path. Suddenly you hear splashes behind you, then footfalls that fe...