I’m on vacation, so I will be reblogging a bit more than usual. Yesterday I didn’t publish anything, because I was on a hike in a Norwegian forest. We found an amazingly sinister abounded cottage which you will hear more about later. Today I’ll reblog another story about another cabin. Quite sinister as well.
When they arrived at the cabin night had already fallen. The stars were shining bright, a falcate moon was slowly going down in the west. A small owl was calling in the deep darkness of the forest. The cabin was small and wooden, and even in the dark the place was beautiful.
This is amazing! exclaimed Claire. And so silent!
Come on, let’s go inside! said Thomas. It’s cold out here.
He found the key under the stairs, unlocked and opened the door. He went in, lit a candle. Claire followed. The cabin had only one room, small and cozy. There was a big fireplace in one corner, an open kitchen with closets and shelves, and a big old bearskin in front of the fireplace.
Who’s that? asked Claire, looking at an old photo on the wall. He seems sad…
Thomas looked up from the still unlit wood in the…
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