The log cabin
On a dark and scary night I tramped through the woods.
The path, well it was like a normal path but made of stone and leaves. The stone was grey as the sun sets
Birds were chirping while the wind blows away green leaves.
Before I thought that the forest came to life, the owls hoot
The wind blew and little bugs chittering in the leaves.
The trees formed an arch they were also twisted the air was old and smelly. We approached a flickering of light
We saw and open fire coming out of a chimney as we entered a old abandoned log cabin. We managed to avoid the dark and witching night. We headed to the front door….
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