The Cabin in the Pines

Fog swirled around Lucy's ankles as she photographed the abandoned cabin in the Pine Barrens. She captured the crooked weather vane, blood-dark stains beneath peeling wallpaper, claw marks scoring the cellar door. Reviewing her footage that night, Lucy froze. The cabin's layout was different. Doors where windows should be. Rooms that couldn't exist. And in the attic window, her own face stared back , eyes blank, hands holding something that gleamed like bone.