The Cabin in the Storm
It was a dark and stormy night in the small town of Oakville. The wind was howling and the rain was beating down on the streets. The only sound that could be heard was the distant rumble of thunder.
Angela and her husband, David, were driving home from a dinner party when they got lost in the storm. They were on a deserted road with no streetlights in sight and their GPS had stopped working. They were completely alone, or so they thought.
As they drove further down the road, they noticed a small cabin in the distance. It was the only building they had seen in hours and they figured it would be a good place to seek refuge from the storm. They pulled up to the cabin and knocked on the door. The door creaked open and an old man with a long beard appeared.
"Can we come in? We're lost and need a place to stay for the night," Angela asked.
"I suppose you can come in, but you're going to regret it," the old man replied, his eyes darting back and forth.
As they entered the cabin, Angela and David noticed it was very dimly lit. The walls were lined with animal skins and there was a large fire burning in the fireplace. The old man instructed them to sit down and offered them some soup. Everything seemed peaceful, but something felt off.
"Do you live here alone?" David asked the old man.
"I have some friends who come to visit me from time to time, but mostly it's just me and my daughter," he replied, his voice trailing off.
"Where is your daughter?" Angela inquired.
"She's sleeping," the old man said, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
After finishing their soup, David and Angela decided it was time to go to bed, hoping that the storm would soon pass. They were led to a small, cold room with no windows and a single bed. They snuggled up under the blankets and tried to get some rest, but they couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.
Suddenly, they heard strange noises coming from the other side of the door. They heard footsteps and whispers that they couldn't quite make out. They both got up and peered through the keyhole to see what was going on.
What they saw was something they would never forget. The old man was performing a ritual with his daughter, who was dressed in a bloody gown. They were chanting in an ancient language, and there were dead animals scattered around the room. David and Angela tried to run, but the door was locked from the outside.
"You're not leaving here alive," the old man said as he burst into the room with an axe in hand.
David and Angela tried to defend themselves, but they were no match for the old man and his daughter. They were brutally murdered and their bodies were never found.
The townspeople of Oakville searched for them for weeks, but to no avail. They soon discovered that the old man and his daughter were never really residents of the town and that their cabin had disappeared without a trace.
The legend of the old man and his daughter lived on for years to come. Some say that on dark and stormy nights, you can still hear their eerie chanting and the sound of an axe chopping away in the distance.
The end.
