Sarah came upon a log cabin when she went walking around the lands around the estate. She had knocked a few times, but it was quiet inside, nothing stirred, nothing moved. She wondered if it was vacant, and was ready to walk away, but something moved from the corner of her eye.
“Hallo,” she said as she walked around the cabin. “I don’t mean to bother, but…”
She walked around the cabin a few times when a fetor wafted through the air. She covered her nose and mouth. It was a smell she had never before smelt, but it was strong and putrid. She walked backed to the front of the cabin, and saw the door slightly squeaking ajar.
Wasn’t the door closed? she thought to herself. She cautiously approached it.
“Hallo,” she tried to say without breathing the stench. She knocked again, but no one answered. She slowly stepped inside. It took awhile for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and when they did she was aghast at the sights she saw inside. There were dark stains that covered the floors and walls. Large flies buzzed around. The smell stunk the worst inside than outside. Sarah had to cover her mouth from gagging.
Her eyes wandered around at the unkempt cabin. There was uneaten food, rotting on the table, spiderwebs dangled from windows and corners, dust covered every inch of the cabin as mice droppings were visible everywhere. Sarah’s eyes settled on two forms laying on the bed. She took a few steps towards it, wondering what it was, as she grew nearer, her eyes grew wider.
The two forms lying on the bed, where the bodies of a fifteen year old and six year old. Their faces suffered long deep gashes, their clothes covered in dry blood. Whoever had done it left them to rot.
To Sarah’s horror she wondered if that person was still nearby. Who’s children were these? Was this the family Sheriff Crosby spoke of? Who could have done this to them?
Her heart started beating faster. She had to leave, quickly stepping out of the cabin, avoiding to look behind her. She hadn’t gotten as far as she had wished to be, but fear made her legs tremble, and she moved slowly and awkwardly.
“You weren’t supposed to see that?”
Sarah, knew that voice and slowly turn to face the man.
“John,” she whispered.
John suddenly vanished.
Sarah turned away, and headed back to the castle. Her body was paralyzed with fear, making it impossible for her to move any faster. She couldn’t hold back the tears that burned down her cheeks.
That night, she stayed in the den, staying close to the fireplace to keep warm. She was shaken from what she had seen, and couldn’t stop crying as the images of the dead girls crept inside her mind. She didn’t hear the footsteps came towards the den, nor did she notice Philip enter. When she looked up she couldn’t be angry at him anymore, and ran to him, telling him everything she had seen at the cabin. Philip then left without a word.