Whistling to my favourite tune, I make my way through the forest. Even though I had told my friends 'exploring' without proper gear would be problematic, I had no other choice but to oblige to their whims.
It's been 30 minutes since we all got separated. Mind you, I'm not the one lost, they are. Considering the wise advice hunters always give, I started walking towards North till I make it out of the woods.
As the evening turned into a moonlit night, I started reconsidering my state when I passed by a tree I had seen a while ago. Panic settled in, and I realised I was getting nowhere.
"Hello..!! ANYONE!? HELP!" I yelled as I started walking fast just for the sake of not standing still. I began sinking into hopelessness when my calls for help went unanswered. Collapsing under a tree, I was about to cry when a distant voice called out to me..
"Hello...? Who's there?" "Hey! I'm lost, help!" I yelled as I ran towards the voice desperately.
When I got to the place I thought the voice came from, I found myself standing in a clearing with an old looking cabin in the middle of it. A broken, rusty bicycle stood against it's side under a broken and barely working bulb.
The voice never came again.
Scared, exhausted and hopeless, I decided to spend the night in the cabin, for it was the only safe place as compared to out in the woods with wild animals. Just as I approached the cabin, my flashlight died. Uneasiness washed over me as I opened the door and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I stepped in and sat on a makeshift wooden bed in one of the corners, leaning my back against the wall.
The Cabin was full of old and dusty furniture, tools, paint spray cans and liquor bottles. The slanting ceiling was adorned with many portraits of disfigured faces with grim expressions, with eyes wide open. Although the staring faces really made me uneasy, I had bigger things to worry about.
I was woken up by a whispering noises that stopped as soon as I came out of my slumber. Brushing it off as a nightmare, I opened my eyes and lay still for a second, before screaming in horror as the realisation hit me..
Grabbing my belongings, I ran out of the cabin and didn't stop till I reached a road... never to return to those woods again..
The realisation still haunts me to this day; when I opened my eyes that morning, there were no portraits on the ceiling, only windows...