Cabin in the woods

Day 1

I am so lucky I found this cabin. Where did that storm even come from?

I was driving down a dirt road and my car just died. No warning at all. I was able to get it to the side of the road but I don’t know what happened.

I’m so lucky I found this cabin before the storm got worse. I can’t even see the trees anymore.

I hope that the storm passes soon, so I can head back to the that town.

I’m lucky that there is wood and even canned food here. That stuff never goes bad! I’ll make sure to pay back whoever owns this place.

I put some wood in the fire place and started a fire. Now I’m going to eat as I wait for this storm to pass.

Thought I swear I can hear someone outside, like a scream. It must be the win playing tricks on me. I’ll try to get some sleep.

The storm must be really bad, it took a while for the cabin to warm up.

Day 2

It’s almost night and the storm doesn’t seem to be passing. It might have even gotten worse, at least that’s what it sounds like. The wind is still whiling threw the trees.

I swear there must be a draft. I can barely feel the fire, so I threw some extra logs on.

Ate some food but I’m still hungry. Gonna try to get some sleep. Hopefully the storm will blow over by the morning.

Day 3

Storm is worse. The wailing is even louder, it sounds like it’s just outside.

Part of me wants to open and see but I’m scared to let more heat out. It’s so cold in here already.

I got as many blankets as I could find. But it doesn’t seem to be helping.

Ate some more food but stomach still feels empty.

The frost on the window looks like a face staring in at me. This storm is getting to me.

The wailing is the worse part.

The man closed the journal. The next entries were mostly gibberish. It looked like her head was shaking too much to write probably.

He ran his gloved hands over the monogrammed journal cover. The deased must have brought it with her.

He looked at the female body covered with three blankets, next to the unlit fireplace. Logs still stacked high.

Several unopened cans of varies food laid next to the corpse.

He put the journal in an evidence bag, leaving it for the forensics.

The man headed back to his truck, glade it hadn’t snowed in the last week or he could never followed those tracks from that abounded car.