I slowly moved and stared watching the sun rise on a quiet morning; it was just after my sophomore year in college. I decide to call up a few friends and see if they wanted to spend a week fishing up north in my uncle’s cabin.
A few hours later, my friends Steve, Colin, and Drew arrived at my house and brought along their gear. We order some pizza before heading out when Steve asks “Nick, where is this cabin at?” “About an hour from here why you ask” Steve continued with “Well haven’t you heard what happened a few years ago”. He proceeded to tell a story where a group of high school kids went there and none of them have returned and the only thing left was some tattered clothes. “That’s some bullshit man” Drew said as he finished chugging his beer and tossed a crumpled paper plate at him. “Enough guys let’s pack up and get ready to go” I said, and then we loaded the car and once everyone was ready we headed off to the cabin.
We drove through the forest as the sun slowly began to set, giving an eerie feeling throughout the drive. Drew and Colin were asleep in the back while I drove and Steve sat staring through the passenger window when he quickly said “Nick stop the car!” I pulled over and these made the two in the back wake up and groan, when Steve climbed out of the car.