I quickly walked through the cabin , making sure everything was nice and tidy , just right . I 've gotten pretty good at getting the whole cabin clean in less than a day . After a quick alignment of the magazines on the coffee table , the place was perfect . Penny would have been proud . The name of the place was " The Comfy and Cozy Cabin " . Sounds relaxing , right ? The cabin was built into a slab of rock , right in the middle of nowhere , North Carolina . It 's three stories tall , and features a breathtaking view of the mountains . We bought it for basically nothing , it was in total shambles . It took quite a bit of money to get the place up and running again . In four months , I 'll finally pay the mortgage off , and start making money . If business keeps up , I 'll be able to quit my job . I stood and admired the cleanliness of the house for a few minutes . You could have eaten off the floors . I heard the unfamiliar sound of a car , the sound of rocks being pushed around by the tires . Finally , they 're here . I stepped out to greet the strangers . Sam and Martha Anderson , from Alford , Florida , looked nothing like I expected them to . The elderly couple with the sun hats and disposable cameras I had in my mind was replaced by two young , very thin , very pale individuals . They looked downright sick . Nonetheless , I tried to keep my composure . " How was your trip ? " I said in the most welcoming voice I could muster . It may seem like I 'm making a big deal about the way these people looked , but they literally appeared as if they hadn 't eaten for weeks , like skin over bones . I guess you just had to be there . " It was fine , " the man , Sam , said to me . His voice was completely devoid of emotion , humanity . His eyes never met mine ; Sam gazed at nothing . There was about two seconds of awkward silence . I broke it , my voice felt weak . " O - OK . Let me give you guys a tour of the place , then I 'll be on m - " Martha turned her eyes toward me ; they looked glazed over , dead . That 's when I realized what these people looked like ; walking corpses . Martha 's voice had a little more pep to it , but I could still feel the same humanless vibe from her . " We 'll be just fine . We don 't need a tour , we saw the pictures online . " She sounded tired . My stomach started churning . They were the first to refuse the tour . There have been some that didn 't want it , wanted me to leave as soon as they got there , but said yeah anyway . You can kind of tell these things . They sigh when you open the cabinets , say " Yeah , I saw all this online . " See them glance over to their significant other in a smarmy way . Not a single one of them refused the tour , though . I didn 't like this , not one bit . " A - are you sure you don 't need me to show you where the towels are ? " " Alright . Do you have the money ? " Most people pay for their stay online , but a few prefer to hand me the money in person . I figured someone who drove for hours to get here wouldn 't try to con me , so I let it slide . Also , it 's not like I wouldn 't know where they were if they gave me fake money . I was hoping that Sam forgot to bring it . Oh , I 'm sorry Sam , you and your ghoulish wife can 't stay here . Get the fuck off of my property you spooky bastards . Sam slowly put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a wad of twenty dollar bills . He didn 't pull them from a wallet . I carefully counted the money , wishing they were a few twenties short , counted it again . It was the right amount , seven hundred smackers . Fuck . " Well ! That should do it ! " I said with the most fake enthusiasm I could muster . " I hope you enjoy your stay at the ' Comfy and Cozy Cabin ! ' I 'll be back in week . " On pure mechanized instinct , I put my hand out , expecting a handshake . Sam looked down at my hand for a beat , as if he couldn 't remember what to do . He wrapped his hand around mine . Sam 's hand was cold , fucking cold . My entire body went tense . It felt like I was touching something dirty , something dead . My brain went to work , quickly trying to figure out how a living human being could get so cold . It was summer , so he could have had the air conditioning blowing on him for four hours straight . No . This was colder than that , it wa - I realized I was still shaking hands with Sam . He stood there with a vacant look in his eyes , moving his hand up and down . I pulled my hand away , it felt contaminated . I walked away from them , from the cabin , without saying a word . There was a little girl in the backseat . She looked worried . Unlike the two adults , she was as cute as a button . Her skin actually had color to it . Something in my brain started clanging bells . My senses started screaming at me to take the kid and run . Fuck what you 've been taught all your life , Mark . You need to kidnap this child . Why didn 't I grab her ? Why didn 't I follow that all so important voice in my head ? That voice was there before . It told me to not go for that walk , and I ignored it . That ended real fucking well . Now , something in my head told me another person will die in that cabin because I didn 't follow my gut instincts . Those people , the ones who are doing God knows what in my cabin right now . They made me want to drink , to forget them as quickly as possible . I honestly can 't explain it . They made me feel fear , want to curl up in a ball and scream . I was shaken in a way I 've never been before . Why did I let them stay at my cabin ? I could have come up with a good lie . Rat infestation , sewer pipes exploded , something , anything to make them leave . No . I just let them in . Let them have full run of the house . I guess the need to get away from them as quickly as possible took precedence . I ordered a shot of Old Crow . The bartender , Dan , presumably , poured the drink and pushed the shot glass towards me . He didn 't even look in my general direction . And what was the deal with that girl ? Everyone else who brought a small kid to the cabin would introduce me to them . Promise me that their child isn 't at all like all the other kids . Sam and Martha just left her in the backseat , like she was luggage . I can 't believe how close I was to busting a window out , and taking her with me . I was sure that the kid wasn 't theirs . Sam had black hair , Martha had brown . The girl was a blond , and I very much doubt anyone would have given those creepy fuckers adoption rights . Somehow I managed to get home without a single incident that I could remember . I passed out the second my face hit the bed . I had a very vivid dream that night . The blond haired girl stared at me for the entirety of my sleep . Just sat and stared . It 's the first time I 've actually felt time pass normally as I slept . I couldn 't move , so I watched her look at me with that composed , fearful face for ten hours straight . She tried to say something once , but it came out in a warbled mumble . Right before I woke up , I saw a shadow slowly appear on her . It was the shadow of a person standing behind me . It raised its hand , she breathed in real deep , like she was going to scream . I woke up before that happened . My head was pounding . I was experiencing the general malaise of a hangover , and my dream had freaked me out pretty bad . Laying back down was not an option . I shambled towards the bathroom sink like a zombie , splashed water in my face , looked up at the mirror , screamed , and fell back into my bathtub . My eyes looked just like Martha 's ; dead . Two minutes away from having my eyelids stitched over them . I sat in the bathtub , with all the clothes I had on since yesterday , for nearly an hour . I finally gathered the courage to stand up , to face my reflection . My eyes were normal , alive . I laughed it off . I was in a half awake state , it was all in my mind . The fog left my brain , and I started thinking again . Those people that are in my cabin left such a terrible , spooky impression on me that I sat in my bathtub for the better part of an hour because I thought a part of my body resembled one of theirs . There was no way they were normal , and my brain kept cycling through the same spiel over and over again . I finally broke down and called the police . I called the station located twenty minutes away from my cabin . I was going to lie at first , tell them that I think they might have loads of drugs or something . I decided on being frank . I told the woman on the other end that the people in my cabin made me very uneasy , that they had a kid that was more than likely not theirs . My mind was a little more relaxed . If they really were doing something , I 'll be notified , and the cops will deal with them . If I don 't get a call , then I was being extremely paranoid for nothing . Or it meant that they didn 't send anyone to check out the cabin . I went to work the next day , sold loads of furniture . It was the best week I had all year . My phone rang once . It was a friendly robot wanting to help me get rid of my credit card debt . As the week went on , I stopped thinking about Sam and Martha . On Friday night , I had another one of those vivid dreams where I could feel time pass . I could move my head around this time , but nothing else . I couldn 't even close my eyes . All I saw for a long time was darkness . After a while , I started to hear a low murmur , and something darker than the darkness came out of the black void . It moved closer and closer until all I saw was the dark figure standing before me . It opened its eyes . They were long dead ; the right one was slightly oozing some kind of liquid . I couldn 't scream . The only sound I could hear was the murmuring , the whispers of a language I 've never heard before . The black thing stared at me for a good hour before it decided to move away . When it did , I saw two more figures in the black void . One had the same dead eyes , it just stared at me . The other one was shorter , the size of a child . It didn 't have eyes . I saw two bloody holes where its eyes were supposed to be . Blood slowly dripped from the small black apparition 's eye sockets . The figure with the oozy right eye walked over to the two and stood beside them . The blackness slowly started to seep away . My surroundings slowly became the cabin . The things with eyes became Sam and Martha , they were horribly disfigured . I tried to not look at them . The small figure turned into the little girl . Her clothes were covered in blood , as were the tips of her hair . Her eyes were gone , and still leaking dark red blood . She looked at me with contempt on her face . It takes me about two hours to get to the cabin . Sam and Martha are supposed to be gone by three . I waited until four to leave . I wanted to make damn sure that I never saw them again . In the back of my mind , I wished for some kind of car trouble on the way up there , something bad enough that would stop me from being able to use it for a few days . Unfortunately , my car is an unbreakable warhorse . I got up to the cabin at 6 : 07 PM . As I approached the structure , I saw that Sam and Martha 's car was still in the driveway . " Fuck ! " I slammed my hand on the steering wheel . Those creepy fuckers were in the cabin for way past their allotted time . I parked my car , sat for a minute to compose myself . Maybe they were having so much fun , they lost track of time . Or maybe they were doing bad things , and didn 't care about the fucking time limit . I grabbed my cellphone , made sure it was on . Any sign of anything bad , and I 'm calling the cops . I stepped out of my car . It was a beautiful day . Summer was on the verge of dying , the cool breeze of fall lazily blew at me . I approached the front door of the cabin . All the blinds were down . I couldn 't look into the cabin at all . The door was also locked . I stuck my key into the lock , hit something gummy . They had put duct tape over the keyhole . I angrily tore the tape off , and some of the paint on the door went with it . Oh , they 're gonna pay for that . I unlocked the door , and tried to open it . They had sealed the door with something . I pushed and pushed until I heard a loud crack . The door swung open , and I almost fell to the floor . The place looked like a tomb . It was completely dark . The only light came from where I busted open the door . I flipped the light switch beside the door . Nothing . They must have flipped the breaker . I was more mad than scared at this point . I ran to my car , and got the strong LED flashlight I carry with me . I stepped inside . A sickeningly strong smell hit me . It smelled like the antiseptic scrub they use at hospitals . The cabin was also cold . They must have turned the air conditioning down as low as it could go . It was silent , too , dead silent . Something in my brain told me to run . Told me to run and never come back . This was my cabin . Mine . I wasn 't going to let a little bit of darkness scare me away . Besides , I wanted to make sure those creepy fuckers paid for every cent of damage they 'd done . I walked into the kitchen . They hadn 't touched a thing . The note I left in the sink , telling them to please make sure they shut the water off completely was still there . Not a single dish had been touched . I shined my light to the magazines . They were just as I had left them . Aside from all the windows being boarded up , it was like they never stayed here . I turned around to open the fridge , to see if they ate anything . Suddenly a chill started to run up my spine . It didn 't stop , the chill kept going up and down . My stomach felt like it was going to explode . Everything went dark . My flashlight went out . I heard a loud slam and became dizzy . The slam turned into a loud buzz that wouldn 't stop . I saw eyes , the same dead eyes that stared at me for so long in my dream . I panicked , and ran to where I thought the door was . I hit my knee on the end table , fell to the floor . I gasped in pain , stifled my scream for no real reason . I laid on the floor grasping my knee , my hands felt wet from touching it . I didn 't realize what that meant . Didn 't know who I was or what I was doing here . My mind was nothing but the buzzing noise . I can 't remember how long this went on for . The buzzing subsided . My flashlight came back on . The beam seemed to not go as far as it once did , as if it got darker . The temperature had dropped . I could see my breath . My mind became clear again . I looked at my knee . It was bleeding pretty badly . Fuck this . I 'm coming back with an army . I carefully stood up , turned around to open the door . It wasn 't there . The door wasn 't fucking there . I knew I was standing right where the door was supposed to be , but it was just wood . There was a black seam that looked like a burn mark around the wood . The mark was the same size of the door that was once there . I rapped my knuckles on the wood . It was solid . I gave a quick survey of the living room . All the windows were gone , too . They were replaced with the burnt on black seam to indicate where they once were . I panicked . What the fuck did they do here ? Am I even in my cabin anymore ? It looked like my cabin , aside from all the exits being sealed . I calmed myself down , had to think one step at a time . My leg wasn 't going to kill me , but I had to put a bandage on it . I keep a first aid kit in the bathroom . I 'll fix my leg first , and then try to weigh my options on how to get out of here . I breathed slowly , tried to think of the positives in the situation . The grief counseling I took after she died was finally useful for something . I turned around , and saw what I actually cut my leg on . The stairs leading to the upper floor were now metal . Thousands of spikes jutted from them . They were bundled in some places on the steps like rose vines . One of the tips shimmered with my blood . There was no way you could go up those stairs without getting horribly injured . I started to freak out again . This wasn 't my cabin . Those creepy fuckers did some kind of creepy thing , and took me to a creepy place . Leg . I have to fix my leg . Think about the terrifying staircase later . All I need to do now is fix my leg . I carefully moved around the spikes , and limped to the bathroom . To get to the bathroom , you have to walk through the kitchen , and go down a short hallway . I walked down that short hallway for at least half an hour . It just kept going . I don 't know how to describe it . I saw the door , and it just continued to stretch farther away . I don 't know why I kept walking , either . It was like I was stuck on a loop . Right when you step into the bathroom , the first thing you see is a mirror . My reflection had no eyes . Its mouth was open , and all I could see was red . I slammed my eyes shut and turned my head away . I looked back at it , it was normal . I gave a wan smile to my reflection , it did the same . I sighed in relief . The medicine cabinet popped open with a happy click . There was nothing in the cabinet , literally nothing . I shined my light into the black void , and the light was swallowed up . There was no indication of an end . I grabbed a toothbrush holder from the counter . It wasn 't the same one I bought . The toothbrush holder that I bought was porcelain , and had an image of a bear painted on it . This one was made out of wood , and had swirly designs etched into it . I tossed it into the void . It never made an impact noise . I slammed the cabinet shut . This was way too much for me . I turned the faucet on to splash some water in my face . The liquid that came out of the spigot looked like coffee , and smelled like antiseptic scrub . I sighed , and shut the faucet off . I hobbled back to the hallway . My hands were burning from the cold . It became obvious to me that I would freeze to death long before I bled out . There was some winter clothing in the bottom of the blanket chest in the bedroom . It was on the other side of the hallway . I got there with no problems . I walked towards the blanket chest . There was a piece of paper taped to the wall above it . Written in quick , panicked letters , it said " DO NOT REMOVE . " There was another piece of paper lying beside the chest . I picked it up . A police hat , badge , and one bullet shell was lying under the note . I 've been in here for days . I don 't know how long exactly . My watch stopped working . I tried to dig through the wall to get out . They didn 't like that . I saw something on the other side that made me not want to live anymore . Please don 't look outside . You will regret it . I dug through the blankets , and grabbed up all the winter gear I could . One sweater was now composed of something that felt like paper , it tore when I picked it up . I bandaged my leg with a scarf . It wasn 't the best thing to do , but it will work for now . I started crying . I sent a man to his demise because of my paranoia , my selfish fucking paranoia . Why did I do it ? Why ? I composed myself , pushed the thoughts out of my mind . I heard a light tap , sounded like a piece of paper fell off a wall . I heard a hateful , angry grunt , and felt like I was being watched . I ran out of the room and slammed the door shut . I never looked back . My brain told me to keep my eyes ahead . If anything , today has taught me to listen to what my brain has to say . I sat down on a chair in the kitchen , pulled out my phone . I should have done this a long time ago . My phone told me I had five bars , a full signal . I dialed 911 . What was I going to tell them ? My cabin has turned into a fucking haunted house ? I was going to say I was being held hostage , and I was never more scared in my entire life . Neither of which were lies . I was also going to tell them that the people holding me hostage killed a cop . They would probably send more than one officer if I told them that . I hit the SEND button . Then I started to hear murmuring . It was really low at first , but got progressively louder . I listened for a minute . I don 't know why . It was incomprehensible , angry sounding whispers , in a language I 've only heard once before . There were occasional shouts . They sounded like angry sobs . I started to feel dizzy again , felt like I was going to pass out . Then the voice stopped whispering , and started talking . Its voice was no longer in the phone . It was right behind me . I felt warm air on my neck as it spoke . I jumped out of the chair , and pushed the END button as hard as I could . I slowly turned around , made my flashlight point towards the sink . The light gleamed off the faucet handle , and nothing else . I breathed a sigh of relief . I knew for a fact there was something behind me . My neck had condensation on it from the thing 's breath . The fact of the matter is , though , it isn 't there anymore . I tore the battery out of my phone , and put it in my pocket . I wasn 't about to invite whatever it was on the other side of the phone over again . It might stay . I walked all around the middle floor looking for a way out . My flashlight went over every surface . The material of some things changed . The TV was now composed of some green , spongy crap . The remote control looked the same , but weighed a ton . I couldn 't lift it . The magazines dissolved when touched . The salt shaker was the same , but the salt had turned into a single purplish crystal . The door that leads to the bottom floor was still there . I opened it . A cold blast of air hit me . The stairs leading down to the landing were gone . They were replaced with the same black void that was in the medicine cabinet . I could still see the landing , and the stairs leading from the landing . I walked over to the kitchen counter , grabbed an apple . It was now made of metal , and weighed about ten pounds . I dropped it into the void . The apple was absorbed by the darkness . I never heard it hit bottom . I had no options , I was stuck . I sat down beside the door . They had me trapped like a rat in a cage . I had checked every inch of the cabin that I could get to , there was no way out . I searched the walls of the stairwell with my flashlight . What I saw gleamed like a beacon in my flashlight 's ray . A sliver of hope attached to the wall . The stairs were gone , but the banister was still there . I put the flashlight in my mouth , gave the banister a strong tug . It was securely fastened to the wall . I put my feet over the side of the pit . This is the craziest , most desperate thing I 've ever done . I checked my gloves to make sure they were secure , grabbed the banister with both hands , and pushed myself off the floor . I slowly made my way down . The angle made it difficult to stay balanced . My feet pushed against wall until I got about midway down . My arms were burning . I never shimmed across anything before , so I was in quite a bit of pain . Right after I got to the middle , something started pulling on my feet . I almost lost my grip the first time it happened . I quickened my pace , started charging down the wall . It would tug occasionally . It almost pulled me down one time . The thought of spending the last moments of my life in that dark void drove me forward . I got to a point where I could put my feet on the landing . I kicked and shook my feet free from whatever was holding me , and threw them towards the landing . I quickly moved my arms down the last bit of the banister , crawling with my feet at the same time . I made it . I was so happy to be alive ! I sat in the corner of the landing for a good long while . The things I would have done for a drink of water . . . The first thing I noticed was light . Two candles dimly flickered on the coffee table . I turned my light towards it . I instantly regretted my decision to come down here . Between the candlesticks lay a pair of eyeballs . They had all kinds of muscles and cords on them . I was so fixated on the eyes , that I didn 't notice the horror that lay behind them . I approached the eyes , heard a gasp for air . I shined the flashlight behind the eyeballs . I almost fell over in shock . It was the little girl I saw in the car . She was hanging behind the candles . Her hands and feet were cut off . Her stumps were suspended to the ceiling and floor with large metal hooks and chains . Her eyes were gone . I assumed the ones lying between the candles were hers . She had a perfectly straight slice from her neck all the way down her body . There was blood all around her . The girl 's chest moved in and out . She was still alive . " Alright Cindy , I 'm going to get help , and we 'll get you out of here , okay ? " I was on the verge of tears . She sounded so done . " There 's no fucking help for you or me ! " Cindy 's voice was now an angry roar . Something in her changed , as if she had become possessed . " Why didn 't you get me out of the car when there was a chance for help ? " Cindy began to tell me my embarrassing secrets one by one . She even named a few I forgot . I started yelling at the girl . " Stop this now ! Right now ! " The disfigured girl went quiet for a beat . " No . I want to punish you , Mark . I want to make you feel just a tiny amount of the pain I 'm suffering . " She still had a child 's voice , so it was quite disturbing hearing this from her . " I know how my life would have been if you pulled me out of that car . I would have married a man named Arthur Levant when I was twenty - six . We would have been very happy together . " Her eyeless sockets stared at me intently . " Now , because of you , I 'll never talk Johnny Hicks out of driving drunk when I 'm twenty , he 's gonna kill a family of four . " I was back in the cabin . It was 2005 . I knew this somehow . Penelope was standing on the very top rung of the ladder . She was painting the top of the wall . I was stressed . This little project of hers put us eyeball deep in debt . She looked down at me . Her eyes were beautiful . Everything about Penny was perfect . Why couldn 't I see that before ? I heard myself speak . " Look , Penny , we didn 't have money in our budget for paint this week . You could have waited until next week to do this . " " The faster we get this done , the faster we can get people to stay here . It 's all going to work out , Mark . Grab a brush , we can go twelve dollars over budget , it doesn 't matter . " I could tell now that Penny was stressed as well , but she held it much better than me . I stood there watching her paint . Her dad dealt with houses all his life . She had to have known something about making money with one . I didn 't think of that then , though . I was mad over the twelve bucks she spent without telling me . I then said the five words I 've regretted saying the most in my life . " I 'm going for a walk . " The walk was nice . The sky was pure blue , a perfect spring day . It helped me clear my head . When I came back , I would find Penny on the ground , blood all around her head . She fell off the ladder , cracked her skull on the floor , and bled out . I would call an ambulance . She would be pronounced dead on the scene . Life would never be good for me again . I finished the renovations on the cabin . I felt it was what Penny would have wanted . People started coming in , word of mouth spread , and now I have to turn people away because the cabin is so booked up . She was right . It worked out . I hate having to come out to the cabin . It hurts every time I enter it . So I did , I dunked a brush into the white paint , started to carefully coat the wall . The ladder Penny was on began to topple . I dropped the brush and grabbed the ladder before it fell . The cabin would become a hit . Even more than it is now . I guess some people put more trust in a married couple . I saw myself turning down a couple from the small town of Alford , Florida . I told the Andersons that we were just too booked up , and we were sorry for not being able to squeeze them into this very specific time - frame they wanted . We had two beautiful children , Harry and Andrea Gray . Harry would make a modest living as an auto mechanic , and Andrea would become one of the best real estate agents in the South . She could have sold an igloo on the beach . I and Penny retired the cabin when it got too much for our aging bones to care for . We began to live in it permanently . Penelope was beautiful even in old age . I would die before her from some type of illness . The last thing I would have seen was my wife , my children , and my grandchildren . Reality came rushing back to me . I didn 't want it to . I was speechless , wracked with depression . I would never experience those things , all because of an argument over twelve dollars . I moved my light to the mantle . There was an old cast iron fire poker sitting on it . There wasn 't even a fireplace down here , but it made a nice decoration . I picked it up , it felt like it was made out of some kind of wood now , and walked over to the girl . " You 're not a child , you 're a monster . " I lifted the poker up . I was going to kill her for showing me what my life could have been like . Cindy began screaming . It was a painful , terrified howl . I heard a terrible ripping noise . The split going down her body began to open up . The now massive hole in her body began to glow a dark purple color . The entire room lit up . I shielded my eyes and stepped back from the brightness , saw two emaciated figures walk out of the purple light . Sam and Martha 's bodies were much paler than before . They were white as mimes . Their lips couldn 't close completely , so they had a constant grimace . Sam was smiling . His mouth went from ear to ear . They seemed to have an extra knuckle on each finger . Sam walked towards me , his claw - like hands outstretched . I swung my poker at him . Sam let out a screech . Martha seemed to respond to it . Her eyes were small , like a bird . She dove at me ; her nails tore through my pants , and dug into my skin . I whacked her on the head with the poker . She didn 't let go , didn 't react to getting hit . I turned my head around to see Sam knock me square in the face with his long hand . I dropped my flashlight , but kept a tight grip on the poker . I fell to the ground . Martha issued a series of hisses and clicks . Sam replied in the same manner . Sam grabbed me by my jacket , Martha grabbed me by my legs . They began to carry me towards the light . Something in my brain went nuts . I did not want to go to wherever the hell they were taking me . They didn 't seem to notice that I still had the poker with me . Or they didn 't care . I swung the poker at Sam , smacked him right in the face . He didn 't even flinch . I had no options . They were going to drag me to that place , and there wasn 't a damn thing I could do about it . I saw it . Saw it rapidly moving in the purple glow . Cindy 's heart was still inside her . It was beating really fast . Those stupid fuckers didn 't realize the predicament they put themselves in . Sam was halfway into the light , and I was at the edge of it . I swung the poker at Cindy 's heart as hard as I could . The organ exploded . I heard several inhuman screams . Everything went dark . The world felt like it was melting . My head got dizzy , and I forgot who I was for a brief moment . I woke up . It was dark . I crawled around on my hands and knees until I found my flashlight . I turned it on , and looked around the area . Cindy hung limply on the chains , her body was pretty rotten . It smelled terrible . Lying beside her was the top half of Sam . The other half of his body must have stayed in that place . In the corner of the room , the pale , beady eyed Martha sat . She was breathing heavily and quaking . It was as if she was suffocating . I watched the creature slump over and stop moving . I poked her body , she was dead . I needed to get away from this smell . I moved my flashlight around , noticed that the windows and doors existed again . They were just sealed up with particle board . I excitedly walked to the staircase where the void was . It was gone . Stairs filled the void . I ran up them as fast as I could , and opened the door . There was light ! Just a small amount , though . It was coming from the front door I smashed open earlier . I ran outside . I was free . I never thought I would see the sun again ! I dove into my car , and chugged the bottle of water I had in the cup holder . I finally stirred up the courage to go and clean the cabin . I thought it might be cathartic for me to rip away all the boards from the windows . It wasn 't . I was in constant fear during my short stay at the cabin . I was scared that I would once again get swallowed into that dark , cold place that looked like the cabin . Scared that I would not be able to leave , and would slowly freeze to death in a place I would never understand . When I got downstairs , I had to deal with the bodies . I put trash bags over my arms , and dragged the bodies outside . Maggots had started to writhe in them , and Cindy 's body was so rotten , my fingers went right down to her bones . I threw up several times . Worst of all , though , Martha was still alive in some capacity . Her small , beady eyes followed my every move . I tried to ignore it . I dug a deep hole in the flowerbed , and placed the bodies inside . I poured kerosene in the hole , making extra sure Martha was completely doused , and set the corpses on fire . Once I was done , I sped off with no intention of ever returning . I haven 't opened the cabin back up for business yet . I don 't know if I ever will . Occasionally , I 'll see shadows moving around my house , and might glimpse a pale hand pressing against one of my windows . When I 'm in bed , there are times when I can feel them standing over me . I do not have the courage to open my eyes . I have constant , recurring nightmares now . Most of the time , I 'll dream about an endless field of pale , dead eyed people staring at me . Another common dream is of me stuck in a cold , dark room , screaming for help . My eyes are gone . The worst dream of them all , though , is the one that shows me the life I could have had with Penny . The life that Cindy let me know I missed . It always begins with me saving Penny from the ladder fall , then it cuts to various moments of our life that could have been real had I not gone on that walk . I 'll wake up , and throw my arm over to Penny 's side of the bed , to hold her close , to tell her that I love her . Every single time , though , my arm hits the cold , empty bed . Every single time , I sit up , realize it was all a dream , and start crying .