you wake in a cabin, the smell of mold and syrup radiant the room, you can almost cut the humidity with a knife. The bitter sweet smell reminds you of childhood times. You look at the clock, 4:33 AM. the rain outside is heavy and thick and your legs are stiff and cold,you didn't sleep much the previous night due to restlessness. The cabin's walls are dusty and the floor boards creek like an old musket. suddenly you notice a red glowing light left of the fireplace infront of your wrinkly bed. It seems like a moth's face, it's unsettling due to it's un-natural features. above you, you hear scratching in the attic. your instinct is to check so you quietly grab your flash light, it's dim light lit around the room and you slowly and clumsily step your feet onto the cold floor.