• CABIN 011 – Part One

    CHAPTER 1 - Introduction
    This is the story of a girl named. Tracy. Tracy is a top student, best in her class. She tells herself, that if she doesn’t relax once in a while she’ll explode. Every teacher sees her as their little angel. And the other students envy her. Not for the attention, but for her looks. She was the most gorgeous thing; you have ever laid eyes on.
    Her blue eyes sparkled as she walked by. Her blonde hair swished, as she gallops down the hallways. Her beauty mesmerizes most young boys. But she is not interested in any form of relationship.
    Tracy would have her neat uniform shirt tucked into her waist high long skirt.
    She grasped her books on her chest, and flicked her hair around the side of her head.

    “Tracy, where’ve you been?” Asked Tracy’s companion, Georgia.
    “Oh, I’ve been, away” Tracy replied
    “Well, were you sick?” Asked Georgia
    “No, no, I went away, with my family”
    “Oh, on a holiday?”
    “No, never mind” Tracy quickly tried to get off the subject.
    “Have you finished your assessment for English?” Asked Tracy.
    Georgia’s eyes widened.
    “OH NO!” Georgia yelled.
    Georgia ran down the hall, towards the library to finish her task.

    Tracy walked up the flight of stairs, towards where she sat for her lunch.
    A long red bench, next to a row of classrooms. She sat down gently, and opened her small blue lunchbox. She had a small roll of sushi, some packet soy sauce, and some crackers.
    She raised the sushi to her mouth, and chewed slowly.
    “TRACY!”
    Tracy dropped her sushi roll in shock.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Apologized Georgia
    “No, it’s ok Georgia”
    Georgia quickly picked up the seaweed, and the rice scattered on the concrete. She handed it to Tracy. Tracy flicked away Georgia’s hand, making the sushi and the rice, fall right into the trash can.
    “I’m so sorry Tracy, I have some jellybeans if ya’ want sum?” Asked Georgia, with her dreadful vocabulary.
    “No, thank you” Replied Tracy.
    “Well, I finished my report, howabout yours?” Asked Georgia, she always seemed to put a bunch of words into one.
    “Yes, well, I did it last week”
    “You’re so smart Tracy” Giggled Georgia, as she fixed her round glasses.
    Her chuckle was not a chuckle, it was a snort.
    Tracy sat down again gently.
    “Tracy, can I sit wif ya?” Asked Georgia
    “I’d rather you not Georgia, I’m…. err. Meditating” Tracy tried to scrap up any excuse she could think of, not her best, but it would fool Georgia.
    “No probs, seeya trace” Waved Georgia, as she walked away.

    About ten minutes later, the bell rang. The bell was loud, and it echoed down the quiet dark halls of St. Thurman’s College. Tracy stood up and walked to her English class.
    As she entered the door, it was empty; she was the first one there.
    The teacher was sitting at her desk, cleaning her fingernails.
    “Hello Miss Buckram” Greeted Tracy
    “Good afternoon Tracy, have you brought your assessment task? Oh, that’s a silly question, of course you have” Chuckled Miss Buckram.
    Tracy handed a piece of paper, neat, no crinkles, with perfect handwriting on one side, and perfect drawings on the other.
    Tracy sat down at the front of the class, took her book & pen out, and waited quietly.
    A few noisy boys ran into the room, laughing, and pushing each other.
    One stopped in his tracks, and stared at Tracy.
    Tracy looked at him, wondering why he was staring. She looked away. He kept staring at her.
    “T-Tracy, D-Do you like….Forks?” Asked the boy, with a nervous stutter
    Tracy lowered her eyebrow, and nodded in confusion.
    The boy was pushed by one of his friends, and they sat down together at the back of the room.
    A group of girls entered the room, very quietly, quickly sitting at their tables.
    “Ok Class, I hope everyone’s brought their assessment tasks today” Miss Buckram asked, instead of a warm welcome.
    The whole class sighed.
    “The speeches are due also, so who will go first?” Miss Buckram studied the kids in the room.
    “John, you can go first”
    John sighed, and stumbled to the front of the class.
    He held his small “Palm-Cards” Near his knee, and put his head down as far as he could.
    He mumbled some words, but no one could hear what he was saying.
    “John, lift your head up” Miss Buckram ordered.
    John quickly lifted his head up, facing the glaring classmates.
    “Err.. My name’s John, I’m 14 years old, and um, I live near Green Point, um, I have three dogs, and um, 5 budgies, on my vacation I went to a theme park, and ate candy corn until I threw up, and that’s my speech” John quickly ran back to his seat.

    “That was a wee bit brief, but made the cut, Tracy, you go next, show the class a real speech” Miss Buckram appointed.
    Tracy stood up, pulled her skirt down, and fixed her hair; she took out a pad of palm cards, stood at the front of the class.
    Her mouth opened, and this strange story poured out.

    CHAPTER 2 – My Vacation
    This vacation, I went away with my family. We’ve always wanted to go to the country, but we’d never really had the chance. But this year, my mum and dad decided to take us.
    I was sitting in the back of the car, bored, after the 4 hours we’d been in that mechanical boredom machine, we’d had enough.
    “Mum, can we pull over or something, I need something to eat, and I’m bored stiff back here” I Complained.
    “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I guess I will tell you now, we’re nearly there” Mum Smiled.
    “Oh Yes! I can’t wait, I’m going to go fishing, and cook the fish over the fire, and I’m going to-
    “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, I always say that to you Tracy” Dad said.
    But I couldn’t help it I was so excited, I was smiling the whole 2 more minutes in the car.
    We passed by huge oak trees, and empty wooden shacks. One stood out more than the rest. It had wooden planks across the front door and windows, and the grass was longer than the porch.
    The atmosphere gave me a cold chill. But I got that chill from looking at a bee, so it was probably nothing to worry about.
    I looked around some more, and saw a huge lake, and one small wooden shack, placed right near the debris.
    “Is that our shack?” I asked
    “No, no that’s going to be our temporary neighbor” Explained Mum.
    “It’s a spooky old man” Teased Dad
    Mum whacked dad on the arm.
    “Don’t frighten her; he’s a nice old man Tracy” Explained Mum, always making me feel better.
    We approached the house, and pulled up.
    “Mum, why do we need to talk to him?” Asked Tracy
    “Because Hun, we have to get the cabin key, Steve, you go and get it, I’ll wait here with Tracy” Explained Mum
    Dad opened the car door, stretched his long legs, and headed to the old man’s cabin.
    I was worried at first, I got that feeling again, that “bee” feeling, should I tell him to stop? But what would my reason be? That I have a strange feeling? No, but if he’s eaten by this old man, I’m going to run to the hills.
    Dad knocked on the cabin door, waiting for an answer.
    “That’s creepy” I said
    “Why?” Asked mum
    “Just got the shivers, that’s all; mum can I stretch my legs a bit?” I asked
    “Yes, sure I think I’ll come with you” Replied mum
    I opened the car door, and stepped out onto the dry mud. I couldn’t see any grass, anywhere. I stretched my arms, and legs, and walked around the car a few times, but I decided to extend the journey. I walked over to a massive oak tree. The bark was chipped and the leaves were withered.
    I was wondering why every oak in that area, had withered leaves, in summer.
    Not to mention, it was freezing.
    I walked over to mum, who was waiting for an answer from the door.
    “There’s No one home!” Yelled dad
    And a small second after he said that, a man grasped his arm tight. Giving him a shock.
    “Whaddya want?” The old mans voiced croaked.
    Dad turned around and examined the old man. His clothes were ripped and dirty, and his hair was wet.
    “Are you alright?” Asked Dad.
    “Yes son, I was just, hunting some rabbits”
    “And that involves tackling it to the muddy floor, and drowning it in a lake? Why are you so dirty and wet?” Asked Dad.
    “Why do you ask so many questions?”
    “May I please have the key for our cabin, we’re the Greenman’s”
    “Oh yes, wait out here, I’ll grab it for you”
    The man stumbled inside. Dad could hear him banging inside his old wooden shack.

    I wasn’t taking much notice of what dad was doing, I was too busy looking around the scary place, and most of it was foggy. It gave me the creeps.
    The old man slammed open the door, and handed the key to Dad.
    The key was rusted, and had a keychain hanging from it, the keychain was engraved:
    “Cabin 011”


    CHAPTER 2 – Cabin 011
    Dad entered the car again, and we began to drive to this cabin. I was wondering why it was called cabin 011, when there was only 2 cabins?
    “Dad, why is there only two cabins, and ours is cabin 011?” I asked.
    “I’m not sure, all I know that there was some kind of fire here, and that it’s haunted! OOOHHHHOOHHH” Dad attempted to scare me.
    He looked so ridiculous, trying to scare me. It didn’t work, he never scares me. Well, I shouldn’t say “never”. One time, he locked me in our basement, and I still have nightmares from that, he was obviously joking, but it still scared me.

    I peered out the window. I saw trees engulfing the road, and the river let off steam. The road ahead winded all the way around the lake, behind a large mountain.
    And that’s when I heard it…..
    It was chilling, the sound I never wanted to hear, and it sent shivers down my spine.
    It was a violent scream, a woman in terror, like she was in violent pain.
    I began to panic, I looked at mum and dad, they weren’t reacting at all, I panicked some more.
    “MUM! SOMEONE’S SCREAMING!” I yelled.
    Dad stopped the car.
    “What?” Mum said confused.
    I looked around the car, I felt like an idiot. The portable car TV was still on, it was the movie “Scream” I hadn’t turned it off, when we left the gas station.
    “Oh, sorry Dad, I left the TV on” I said with a red face.
    Dad and mum both rolled their eyes.
    “Why does she scream your name when something’s wrong?” Asked Dad randomly.
    I felt like the village idiot.
    My face was like a tomato,
    And I was warmer than a house fire.

    I sighed.
    We continued driving down that long winding road.
    My cell-phone buzzed in my denim jean pocket.
    I took it out, flipped it open, and read the message.
    “Hey Tracy. How r u? How’s holidayz? Cya, Georgia”
    I rolled my eyes.

    I looked out the front window of the car, and saw a wooden cabin surrounded by huge trees.
    It scared me. That “bee” feeling again.
    Dad parked the car in front of the cabin. I opened the car door, and stretched my arms and legs.
    “Dad! Open the boot!” I yelled.
    I heard a click, and pulled the boot upwards.
    I saw lots of bags, mine were pink. Dads were ugly ones covered with pictures of fish.
    I pulled my bags from the boot, and dragged them towards the few steps to the cabin door. I picked up my heavy bags, and struggled to walk up those three steps.
    I heard mum giggling at me from behind.
    When I reached the top, I looked at the old door:
    “Cabin 011”
    I looked threw the filthy window beside the door, and saw nothing, just a couch, covered with spiders. It was dusty, and disgusting.
    “Ew, mum there’s spiders in there” I said with an unimpressed voice.
    “Oh, stop complaining Tracy” Dad replied.
    “Oh it’s so close to the lake, we can go for a swim later” Mum said.
    “Don’t expect me to swim in that dirty thing, I’ll get a disease!” I said.
    Mum walked up the three steps, and unlocked the old wooden door.
    I walked in, as the floorboards creaked loudly.
    The cabin was clean, it was spotless. The beds were made, the walls were clean, and the kitchen was sparkling. The only dirty thing was the couch. It was covered with dust, like it hadn’t been sat on for years.
    I looked at all the rooms, and couldn’t find a bedroom for me.
    “Mum where am I going to sleep?” I asked.
    “We’ll work that out later, just leave your bags in our bedroom” Mum replied.
    I dragged my bag down the long hall, opened the door, and placed my bags next to the bed.
    Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket again. She flipped it open and said:
    “Hello?”
    No answer.
    “Hello?”
    No answer again.
    The number was unknown.
    I closed my phone, and dropped it on top of my bag.
    I walked out the bedroom door, and walked outside.
    I saw dad at the lake, about 20 meters away, he was already getting his rod set up.
    And mum was already trying to turn the oven on to cook some sausages.
    Mum was a culinary genius, she could cook for Gordon Ramsay, and he would kiss her feet. Her specialty is her delicious apple pie, with her secret family recipe.
    I’ve always tried to find that recipe in her drawers, but I can’t ever find it!
    I couldn’t be able to cook the pie, even If I found the recipe anyway.

    She finally got the oven working, and the smell of oil filled the air. Dad hadn’t caught anything yet.
    I walked down to the lake, and sat next to dad on the sand.
    “Dad”
    “Yes?” He replied, to busy concentrating on the water ahead of him
    “Mum and Grandma... Are they still fighting?” I asked.
    He looked at me.
    “Yes, just don’t mention it” He said.
    He gripped his fishing rod.
    “This is such a beautiful place” Dad said, leaning back, and swallowing some more beer.
    I stood up, and walked inside. I was bored now. There was nothing to do.
    So, I walked into the bedroom, and fell asleep.

    CHAPTER 3 – Sunset
    I woke up, just before sunset, and walked into the kitchen. My eyes were drowsy, and my muscles were still relaxed like scrib jelly.
    Mum wasn’t in the kitchen?
    I walked outside, and saw nothing, no car, no dad, no fishing rod.
    Where were they? Have they left me alone? They would never do that!
    I paced up and down the hallway, the minutes turned to hours.
    I began to panic. Sweat and tears ran down my cheeks.
    I walked out the front door, looked for any sign of where they were.
    Nothing…
    I decided to walk to the old man’s cabin, and ask if he knew anything about what had happened to my mum and dad.
    As I walked, I heard things, things I heard in my nightmares. Like screeching of bats, and the moaning of trees in the cold wind.
    The moon was the only thing lighting my way towards that old man’s cabin.

    I sat down for a breath, on what I thought was a boulder. I couldn’t see anything, only the dirt under my feet, and the tress swaying in the wind. I continued walking, until I reached the shock of my life. Mums shoe, dirty, wet, and bloody.
    Mum was hurt, I knew it, I sensed it. I had to help her, but what could I do?
    My slow scared walking turned into fast paced running, it seemed like something was chasing after me, like the trees were watching me, and the bats were scheming against me.
    I looked behind me, and saw the dim light of our cabin.
    I looked ahead again, I saw the dim light of another cabin, I was half way.
    I continued running towards the cabin. I tripped and stumbled onto the floor. My knees were stinging, like a severe carpet burn. My bleeding hands pushed myself up, off the mud and twigs. Wet leaves were stuck to my injured knees.
    As I stood up, I dusted my body, and limped forwards.
    I was nearly there, the light became brighter and brighter.

    I finally reached the cabin. How was I supposed to explain this? What was I going to say?
    I was staring at the door, on the front porch of the old cabin.
    I knocked on the door lightly.
    There was no answer, but there was a light on, coming from inside the cabin.
    I turned the door knob, and pushed to door slowly open.
    I poked my head into the cabin, and looked both ways.
    The light was coming from the lounge room. I walked in, and closed the door behind me gently. In front of me was a wooden staircase, and at the top was a row of doors.
    On my right was the lounge room, and on my left was an abandoned kitchen. I walked to my right.
    My knees were screaming in pain, I could feel my heartbeat on them.
    The room was empty, it seemed empty, but there were animals staring down at you from the walls. There were deer’s and birds glaring at me, watching my every move.
    And then I heard a noise above me, a loud banging, as if someone was running in the house, the noise followed to the staircase, and the staircase joined in.
    Somebody was running downstairs towards me.
    I quickly pounced behind the lounge.
    I heard a grunt, but I was too scared to notice any other sounds. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
    I wedged my head between my legs, and paced back and forth.

    CHAPTER 4 – Who’s In My Cabin?
    I was terrified, what if he found me here? He would kill me!
    I poked my head a small bit on the side of the lounge to see who it was.
    It was the old man, he was wearing overalls. As if he had been night-fishing.
    He slammed the door in front of him, he was furious.
    “Who’s in my cabin?” He murmured.
    Should I stand up? And say it was all an accident? Or hide?
    I quickly shot up.
    His head slowly turned and faced me; he stared at me, straight into the eyes.
    His were bloodshot.
    “I’m sorry sir, but my parents, they’ve gone missing, and I didn’t know what to-
    “GET OUT OF MY CABIN!” He yelled pointing out the door furiously.
    My eyes widened, and I ran outside.
    He slammed the door behind me.
    I broke down on the porch. Tears ran down my face.
    I didn’t know what I could do.
    I ran down the cabin stairs, but stumbled and fell, making my knees even worse.
    “I need some help!” I yelled.
    The old man opened his door, and helped me up.
    “I’m sorry girl, I don’t like people roaming around my cabin” He explained, with a croaky voice.
    I nodded; I was in too much pain to talk.
    He helped me inside, and sat me down in that lounge room again.
    “Stay here, I’ll get something to help the sting” He said.
    I nodded again.
    He walked into the kitchen, and opened a few drawers and cupboards.
    He walked back towards me, with a bottle of pure alcohol.
    “Bite your tongue, this may hurt” He said.
    He dabbed some of the alcohol onto a white tissue. He then dabbed it onto my bleeding knees.
    It felt like he was peeling the skin off my leg!
    About ten minutes passed, and my knees weren’t hurting as much.
    He sat down in the chair opposite me.
    “So, where are your parents then?” He asked.
    “I don’t know, I woke up, and they’re gone” I explained, trying not to burst out in tears.
    “Well, I heard a car pass by, if that helps” He said.
    How could they leave without me?
    “You hungry?” He asked.
    I shrugged.
    “You must be if you walked all this way, I’ll cook you some stew” He said.
    I nodded. I was starving, but was too scared to care.
    He walked into the kitchen, and switched on the oven.
    I sat in that room, with the glaring animals.
    I then heard something above me, that banging noise.
    “Is there someone else here?” I yelled.
    He poked his head around the corner, and glared at me.
    “No, why do you ask?”
    “I heard something upstairs, do you have a pet?”
    He nodded.
    He brought in a bowl of steaming stew.
    It looked delicious. He sat it down in front of me, on a small table.
    He sat down in front of me, crossing his legs comfortably.
    I drowned the spoon in the bowl of stew, and lifted it to my mouth. The warmth slid down my throat.
    “So, where you from?” He asked.
    I swallowed another spoon full of stew, and answered his question.
    “Orinda”
    “Where’s that?”
    “About four hours from here”
    “Oh, you on vacation or somethin?”
    “Yes”
    “You must be worried about your parents, running off like that?”
    “They didn’t leave me here! I know it!” I yelled.
    “Siddown girl, you’re not gettin anywhere yelling at me” He said calmly.
    “Just enjoy your stew” He said.
    I slowly sat down, and finished the remaining amount of stew in the bowl.
    “Done?”
    “Yes, it was delicious” I replied nodding.
    He picked up the bowl, and walked into the kitchen.
    It was so warm in the cabin. It made me tired.
    “Are you gonna stay the night?” He asked from the kitchen.
    “I’m not sure” I replied.
    “I aint got no phones, or TV” He said.
    “I’m so tired”
    He brought in a large blanket and threw it on top of me.
    I slowly fell asleep on the lounge; it was so comfortable and warm.

    CHAPTER 5 – Knock, Knock
    I woke up about two hours later.
    It was about 3 in the morning.
    The heavy rain was loud on the cabin roof.
    And then I heard an extremely loud banging noise on the door.
    Knock, Knock.
    I slowly stood up.
    The knocks became louder, and louder.
    Knock! Knock!
    I slowly walked towards the front door.
    KNOCK KNOCK!
    I slowly unlocked the door, and it slammed open in front of me, hitting my face as it swung open.
    I fell to the floor, my face in pain and bleeding.
    I looked in front of me.
    It was dad, he was wet and tired.
    “Dad!” I yelled as I ran into his arms.
    “Tracy run!” He yelled.
    He pulled me by my hand outside the cabin, and we ran into the dark forest.
    I looked behind me, and saw the old man, waving his gun around, and threatening me.
    Dad suddenly stopped. He fell to the floor, his face plantning into the soil.
    My chilling scream shattered the night sky.

    I woke up, sweating and panting like a dog.
    I was relieved. But I was still worried.
    I found myself staring eye to eye at a stuffed buffalo. It looked terrified.
    I stood up from the lounge and wrapped myself in the blanket.
    I walked into the kitchen, and saw the old man cooking on his stove.
    “Good morning” I said.
    He turned around, and gave me a smile.
    “Mornin’” He said.
    “I don’t think I told ya me name darlin’, me name’s Joseph” He introduced himself.
    “I’m Tracy” I said.
    He picked up the old frying pan, and flipped it upside down, spilling its contents into a bowl on an old wooden table.
    “There’s ya breakfast Tracy” He said, pointing at the food.
    “What is it?” I asked
    “It’s stew, I have so much meat, I need to cook some of it” He explained, cleaning the pan.
    “What type of meat is it?” I asked.
    “Oh, it’s lean” He said.
    I sat down, the chair creaked. I thought it was going to break.
    I picked up the spoon, and took a mouthful of the steaming stew.
    “I’m gonna search the cabins for some clues” He said
    “Oh thank you!” I yelled gratefully.
    “If I don’t find anything, I’ll drive to the mainland and ask for the police, they might have some information”
    I nodded, and had some more stew.

    After I was finished my breakfast, I searched outside for some signs.
    There was nothing, only a mark from where I fell onto the ground.
    I was wearing the same clothes, they were dirty and torn.
    So I decided to walk back to the cabin and get some new clothes.
    As I was walking, I heard birds chirping in the trees.
    The lake sparkled in the sunlight.
    I stared down at my shoes, they were filthy.
    I remembered about my phone in my pocket!
    I quickly pulled it out.
    “1 message” It stated.
    I quickly opened the message.
    “Tracy, I don’t know where I am! I can’t breathe! I’m wet and bleeding! Help me please! It’s dark, I can’t see anything, I can’t move! Help! – Mum”
    I stopped.
    My heart pounded.
    I dropped my phone. It cracked on the floor.
    She was in trouble, mum was dying, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

    “Tracy, you don’t have to continue the story if you want” Said Ms. Buckram
    I wiped my tear.
    “No Tracy, please keep reading” Said the other students.
    Their eyes glared at me, they wanted to hear more about what happened in cabin 011.

    PART 1 END.


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