There is too much silence, the only sounds I hear are my footsteps and the creaking of the trees. I shouldn't have gone so deep into the woods just for taking a few pictures and less getting dark. I find it harder and harder to see a span away and I'm not sure where I left the car, I thought it was around here.

After walking almost twenty minutes and not finding the car I despair and my mind starts to ask a lot of questions, each one scares me more. When I'm about to scream out of frustration I see a little distant light.

-          Ok, a point of reference, I'll follow her to see where she takes me - I say to myself out loud to calm down a bit.

The light at every step is getting bigger, when I finally arrive, I calm down to see a wooden cabin. The light was from a lantern hanging from the porch. I climb the three steps, arrive at the door and peak with too much enthusiasm.

-          Hello? - I ask raising my voice a little - is there anyone?

I wait for an answer, but nobody answers me, I approach one of the windows and look inside. It seems that there is no one, what is more, it seems abandoned. I turn around the house until I reach the back door, it is ajar and already tired I encourage myself to enter.

The door overlooks a very ramshackle kitchen, it is dark but the moonlight illuminates a bit. There is a thick layer of dust all over the furniture. Yes, definitely no one has lived here for a long time, although then I do not know why the bluff was on, nor who had done it.

I look for something with which to light up a little, after looking in several drawers I find some candles and some matches. When I turn them on, shadows form on the walls that give me goosebumps, the only thing I can think of is that it dawns soon so I can find my car and leave this place.

I take one of the lit candles and set out to take a tour of the cabin. The truth is that even if it looks small on the outside, its interior seems quite wide. I walk out through a door leading out to a spacious living room, there is a black sofa and a tea table in the center. Right in front is a fireplace and above this is a painting, it looks like the photograph of a woman. He has a cold look, his chocolate-colored eyes are full of sadness, his smile is stiff and his brown hair cascades down to his waist. Its skin is very pale, looks like porcelain and has a fascinating beauty.

I hear a very soft cry of a woman upstairs, my body is tense and I climb the steps little by little, these creak strongly under my feet. Following the origin of the noise I arrive at a beautiful room and this is the only one in the whole house without a speck of dust. There is a double bed with a garnet quilt, two tables and a bookshelf full of books. The noise has ceased and there is no one here, I think my mind is playing a trick on me because of fear and I already imagine things. Tired and looking forward to the end of the night, I stretch in bed and fall asleep.

"You have to go," whispers a female voice in my ear, "Go, he's going to get there."

I wake up shocked and see a shadow crossing the room. I get up right away and run downstairs, fight the door to the entrance, but it doesn't open and then I remember me going through the kitchen. My heart beats hard, I hear a few heavy footsteps behind me and before turning I notice a sharp pain in my head and then... darkness.