The Cabin exceeded Spencer’s expectations, standing tall and weathered, nestled amidst a sea of towering pines. Its wooden exterior exuded a rustic charm, with chipped paint revealing its age. The structure was crafted from exquisite black stained wood, its intricate grooves adorned the corners, painted in a pristine white hue, forming mysterious symbols. As Spencer delved deeper into his research, he couldn’t shake the feeling that these symbols held more significance than mere artwork. Camilla found herself captivated by the breathtaking beauty of nature from every direction. The vast forest surrounding the cabin made them feel small and allowed only a minimal amount of untouched sunlight to filter through. Occasional rays of light peeked through in small beams, creating a magical atmosphere. “I imagined something slightly different...” Camilla trailed off as she gazed out of the window. “What creepy?” Spencer asked. “Yeah, you could say that. I don’t know. With all the shit we’ve heard about this place. It looks really peaceful out here,” she said with a smirk.